the fog that is laying in the morning
the stones of a track
on a hill
the hawk that will go/fly up
the first ray that will come
the snow that will melt
running towards the sea
the imprint of a head on the pillow
the slow and uncertain passes
of a baby
the look of peacefullness
the hand that will be stretched
the joy of whom will wait
for this and that that will come
I sing
the hands in the pocket and (I) sing
the voice in the party and (I) sing
the bandana on the head and (I) sing
I run in the wind and (I) sing
the entire life and (I) sing
the spring and (I) sing
my prayer and (I) sing
for who will listen to me
I want to sing
always sing
the smell of coffe in the kitchen
the house full in the morning
and the elevator that doesn't work
the love for my town/city
the people that will smile
along the street
the copper(????) that get mixed up in the sky (maybe its raggi == rays)
an old man that walks all alone
the summer that will eventually pass
the grain that will mature
the hand that will gather it
for this and that, that will come
I sing
the hands in the pocket and (I) sing
the voice in the party and (I) sing
the bandana on the head and (I) sing
I run in the wind and (I) sing
the entire life and (I) sing
the spring and (I) sing
the last night and I sing
for who will listen to me
I want to sing
always sing
sing
I sing
the hands in the pocket and (I) sing
the voice in the party and (I) sing
the bandana on the head and (I) sing
the entire life (I) sing
I run in the wind and (I) sing
I sing
the entire life and (I) sing
I sing
for who will listen to me