111... is a hotel room
111... is an emergency number for those who feel lonely
111...are the persons who love me
111...are the persons who hate me
111...is a plane ticket
111...is a perfect number
111...am I and was I
111...a newborn baby who will sleep happy on the back of the past
And you say that everything touches you:
A child that smiles, a haze of the dawn
And you say your dreams are little thing
you find them in the morning, converted into paper.
Between boredom and magic of a gloomy day
and one walk alone in the night
passing through the difficulties of those who laugh and cry
and like you touch the divine!
And they will tell you that you're not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they'll tell you that you're less sweet
Because love is able to hide
But you...
Just talk, dream, dance
Continue to sing
Give your love without stopping
and write it (and write it...)
Believing it (believing it...)
That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)
and eleven
Kilos of fantasy
You say you are touched by this song of mine
That speaks a little bit about sex with love
In its 4 minutes, listen and open your heart
And dream that you also feel normal
Between traffic lights and smog of one grey day
and the breakfast in the bar distracted and alone.
I listen to coded messages of the heart, one morning
in the subway track of the city of angels
And they will tell you that you're not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they'll tell you that you're less sweet
Because love is able to hide
But you...
Just talk, dream, dance
Continue to sing
Give your love without stopping
and write it (and write it...)
Believing it (believing it...)
That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)
and eleven
Kilos of fantasy
Because, if an individual can make you seem holy
you always tell him that you want to remain cat
And the TV, that everyone drinks it empty
Take your own way
If others are looking at your face with suspicion
it's because they still know little respect
And everyone wants to see you roll
Let them talk...
And they will tell you that you're not the same
Because they can't recognize you
And they'll tell you that you're less sweet
Because love is able to hide
But you...
Just talk, dream, dance
Continue to sing
Give your love without stopping
and write it (and write it...)
Believing it (believing it...)
That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)
and eleven
Kilos of fantasy