the seasons have all fallen asleep
the two little sparrows,
the two little birds,
one died in my arms and nothing
I could have done to make it fly again...
and the other try keep going
I know no fate but nothing
I could have done to make it fly again...
Shoulders that were once
strong and resilient
cannot bear the broken soul
and weep slowly, drop by drop...
World... upside down...
without rules, without direction
World... upside down
winter does not put animals to sleep
but fly and seek refuge...
What about blue, red and yellow?
It seems all black and white
and even if I had colors,
I never find sheets to paint on
What about dreams?
Is there a place in the world
where you can still stay calm and talk to the moon?
Maybe it's closer than I think...
It's a place inside each of us?!?
A magical fortress...
A radiant self...
"Trust your self" heard long time...
Over there... where you can still see those two sparrows flying in the sky,
Over there... where the joy does not lose light...
Over there... where you can feel again the spring wind...