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mona lisa - markéta irglová lyrics

[markéta]
no one really knows why mona lisa
is smiling in her portrait by leonardo
imagine all the hours mona lisa
sat there observing leonardo study her every feature
i wonder was she thinking that her own husband francesco
never looked at her that way
why?
picture a room bathed in daylight
suspended in stillness
only brushstrokes and birdsongs breaking the silence

[malinda, markéta and malinda]
and then i see something ineffable in leonardo’s face
an impenetrable focus, unapologetic fervor in his gaze
this place, reminding me of what i left behind
when i signed my name on that certificate
with god as my witness, ‘till death do us part

don’t get me wrong, i have no regrets
i’d do it all again
i just wish the world could know the sacrifice i make
being a mother to my children
a wife to my francesco
‘till death do us part
where do i start?
florence is a place where people come
from all over of the world
artists kneel before her beauty and wait
to have their wings unfurled
but the women of this city
if you’re lucky and you’re pretty
you might serve one as a muse
oh but if i could choose
i too would fly

[markéta and malinda]
i’ve danced with creation, giving my children life
they say a good wife is content with that being her legacy
oh, the hypocrisy of such double standards for my kind
it takes a strong mind to remember your one true self
in a society that disregards your power and your strength
but the world is very different today to a hundred years ago
you never know, maybe a hundred more before we’re free
my sisters, my daughters and me (my sisters, my daughters)
free to have voice, free to have a choice
free to make some noise
artist at heart, till death do us part
where do i start? (i start)

my sisters, my daughters and me
my sisters, my daughters and me
free to have voice, free to have a choice
free to make some noise
artist at heart, till death do us part
where do i start?
[malinda]
leonardo, he may be free
but florence is wasted on me

- marketa irglova lyrics

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