I have seen you, an angel
Fall in the middle of the traffic
Then I jumped to you and cried
With eyes watching in on above
You have been seen behind a corner
Changing clothes in a hurry
And walking
But the trouble is you do not know where to go
And more than that, you do not fly anymore
The sky-like wet road
The eyes of the houses of its stars
Deep, mysterious nights
Melancholy
By the strength to watch you
I already feel that you are mine
We can keep ourselves company
You without wings, me without fortune
That difference that is
Poor angel, poor me
In the middle of a snoring city
A parking lot city
Between unknown faces
We walk, we stop us
Without noticing it ourselves we arrive
To the exact center of the music...
And it is music that touches
This music that heals you
It will bring you back far away
In order to restart your flight
But I am here and I remain alone
With a light that fades
My heart to pieces and his heart to pieces
In my hand
Poor heart
Poor and me
How I would like for us also to try
To fly
To climb always onwards
To fly inside a corner
To change clothes in a hurry
And learn
To not be sad
To not know where to go
To say goodbye and not come back anymore
To fly like the propeller of an airplane
(From Cellamare)
Then pass over America that
Is very far away from here
To save a bit of strength
A bit of breath
To fly in the music
That has not even ever sounded
And under a sleeping city
A parking lot city
Without words, without courage
And then below in the middle of the traffic
To see what is happening
To find out if there is a moment
Someone sees me
And still below even at that corner
With a heavy heartbeat
With eyes that are a little wet
And a heart in place of an engine.