Filosofia Agricola lyrics

Bright days will come,

like the firsts of

this year.

We will be free again

Like those who

Don't know

Clear is that I won't win

Against the heaps

Of memory

But the wind which shakes them

Will be the last to give up.

And it will be beautiful

Of you painting me within

If I could ever choose

I would fall asleep in winter time.

More than happy and fertile

If the philosophy becomes agricultural

The Earth which guests us

Is the last to decide

Anyway

If I had less nostalgia

I would know,

Enjoy myself and grow up,

Instead I watch motionless

To my hiding myself

And sliding away from here

Like water, it'll pass [...]

Bright days will come,

Like the firsts of

This year.