In the air there is something that,
I don't know how, turns the soul into gold
And confettis of light fall
That shine for us,
Holy love, oh, love in me
But the world cries
I would like to know why
The world cries
I would like to understand why
The world cries
In the air there's a scent of Sunday
In my days, butterflies, melancholies
That fly from rain into tears for us,
You know, holy love, love in me
But the world cries
I would like to know why
The world cries
I would like to understand why
The world cries
I don't understand why
What sound it makes, what beautiful sound it makes
The holy love, the love in me
But the world cries
I would like to know why
The world cries
I don't understand why the world cries