Elisa - Ηeaven Οut Οf Ηell (video clip & lyrics)

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Elisa (born Elisa Toffoli December 19, 1977) is an Italian singer and songwriter. Her music includes a variety of genres: rock, blues, soul and ambient. Her voice is recognisable by the frequent use of her high-pitched head voice.

Elisa Toffoli was born in Trieste (north-eastern Italy). Early in life, Elisa showed great artistic ability in dancing, painting, acting and writing. Her love for art grew as she was introduced to the poetry of Rudyard Kipling and the lyrics of Jim Morrison of The Doors, but her talent was most evident in music. She began writing songs at the age of 11.

When she was 16, she met Caterina Caselli, who one year later signed her to the record company Sugar. At 18 she left for Berkeley, California (U.S.) where she started working on songs for her debut album with Corrado Rustici, producer of artists such as Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin and Zucchero.

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Elisa - Ηeaven Οut Οf Ηell

So are you turning around your mind?
Do you think the sun won't shine this time?
Are you breathing only half of the air?
Are you giving only half of a chance?
Don't you wanna shake because you love?
Cry because you care?
Feel 'cause you're alive?
Sleep because you're tired?

Make heaven, heaven out of hell now
Make heaven, heaven out of hell now

Are you locked up in you counting the days?
Oh how long until you have your freedom?
Just shake because you love?
Cry because you care?
Feel 'cause you're alive?
Sleep because you're tired?
Shake because you love?
Bleed 'cause you got hurt?
Die because you lived?

Make heaven, heaven out of hell now
Make heaven, heaven out of hell now

Are you still turning around the same things
Are you still trying that way
Are you still praying the same prayers
Are you still waiting for that same day to come

Climbing the same mountain
You're not getting higher
You're running after yourself
You can't let go
Hiding in that place you don't wanna be
You push happiness so far away but it comes back
To give you all that you've given before
To love you the way that you do, like a mirror
Look in the air 'n catch that boomerang
Can't fall anywhere else but in your own hand

And make heaven, heaven out of hell now
Make heaven, heaven out of hell now...
« Last Edit: 12 Oct, 2011, 10:09:01 by Ion »
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