There is a truth in your eyes,
they say we're on time,
that it is never too late.
How could I not like it?
If seen like this, the sea is infinite.
It extends into this intense living
a universe in a yawn.
Me living in the miracle,
i knew it was summer inside winter
and I think the secret is that there is no secret,
that the fruits bear if you blow a honest wish.
How could I not like it?
What comes out of our hearts is true,
we don't get it out of our heads.
He is climbing a ladder on the wall
and ended up being a butterfly,
making love to the four winds.
And what can one do if he falls in love with heights
and doesn't stop to think about the fall?
He sees beauty everywhere and so he is saved,
and so he is cured.
You bring life to eyes.
What comes out of our hearts is true,
we don't get it out of our heads.
How could I not like it?