From the window of this plane
The world looks like it's well-organized
You can glimpse the serious work of man
The clear, hard and tidy tract
Grids of chiseled fields
Of which you never perceive the dryness
And then reflecting waters, like diamonds
Which man gave nature as presents
Maybe to give it a structure
To give it a structure
The roads that impossibly chase each other
Tell the path of the peoples
They circumvent the most extraordinary obstacles
Or it's enough not to look at them closely
And we're in the midst of these fearless wings
We're nothing or we're everything
Letting ourselves be carried has been easy
But now going back down wouldn't seem right
We should resist
We should insist
And stay up here longer
If it were possible
Touching the clouds
Or living up high
Like two suspended
Acrobats
Don't look down, I don't know if the net is there
From up here the world seems distant, and yet
Yet it takes a moment, you know
To end up back in there
And I have to pay attention
Not to make a mistake again
Not to make a mistake
Not to make a mistake
And there's a very narrow road
I can't see anymore
If you keep holding on we'll risk falling
Falling or pretending we're making another acrobatics trick
A matter of balance
Balance is a philosophy
We should resist
We should insist
And stay up here longer
If it were possible
Touching the clouds
Or living up high
Like two suspended
Acrobats
Time
Doesn't go by
It slows down
It stops
The wind is
What counts
What sings
Disobeying gravity
I don't think it's a grave mistake
I don't think it's a grave mistake
You can't call it freedom
Until you risk falling
You risk falling
From above
There's always someone watching
Watching