Adri, you hear me from there, I own you a CD
surely it was not so that I knew about you
forgive me if now I am not crying but singing so
Adri, there is your will and it won't go away
even if now I can't tell you about it
of my music and of my city where I live for a while
But we will meet
where the sky is more serene
and we will listen all the music in the world
Adri, your life is a passage and often it is rushing
one makes some errors and sometimes one pays for this
you are paid and now you are maybe more free
And flighs in the soul of who loves you today for how you were yesterday
and flights in the soul of who has separated your thoughts
Adri, if you think of things and of the harm it has done
and all the bastard people who have never paid
you are an example of how one comes out from there
But we will meet where the sky is more serene
and we will listen all the music in the world
Adri, if you pass from here, I own you a CD..