Primavera

When daisies blossom the scent spreads in the air,
Wrapping with love the lungs of the earth.
People think about their own lives
Looking at them to the contrary,
Walking on soft clouds,
Touching upon the treetops and bell towers.

Everything appears so far from the ground.
Floats in the air and you can push it away.
Lightly, everything will move away to leave the light its space.
Looking down, the sun will blind you eyes.

And later, when everything will be white around you,
When you won't feel the clouds under your feet anymore,
You'll be able to focus the concept of nothing
And the one of eternal together, inseparably.
Maybe you'll smile. Maybe you'll smile.

Everything appears so far from the ground.
Floats in the air and you can push it away.
Lightly, everything will move away to leave the light its space.
Looking down, the sun will blind your eyes.
But you don't feel pain, you can't close your eyes,
You can only try to be part of the light
Looking down, that's the way to do that.

And later when everything will be white around you,
When you won't feel the clouds under your feet anymore,
You'll be able to focus the concept of nothing
And the one of eternal together and inseparably.
Maybe you'll smile. Maybe you'll smile.

You'll smile
You'll smile
You'll smile
Maybe you will smile