What's the point of hiding love
If not to repress the truth
Of never having loved at all

I don't understand the logic
That makes an image
Worth more than happiness

The joy is so precious
When we walk in the daylight

There's no need for appearance
Of a utopian demonstration
Of cloudy and pale affections
If loving is that simple
In the delicate layers of beauty
Of freedom

Let's go home!
Sit on the porch steps
And tell light stories
Under the autumn wind

No more hands without touch!
No more eyes without looks!
Everything is where it should be
It's our time to live without surprises

There's no need for appearance
Of a utopian demonstration
Of cloudy and pale affections
If loving is that simple
In the delicate layers of beauty
Of laughter on the porch steps

There's no need for appearance
Of a utopian demonstration
Of cloudy and pale affections
If loving is that simple