An hyperbole of stars streams down the sky
worth such an extraordinary night, for such an ordinary day
While you sleep next to me
I feel so comfortable that
All my troubles are gone and I've gifted you all my desires
But the sky leads us to make dreams and prophecies
Asking ourselves questions that no one can answer
And no dream will ever be able
to unveil its mysterious unknown
So sleep, my little darling. Sleep, because a star is watching over you
And who knows how you're gonna be tomorrow?
Who knows if you'll still believe
in a future that ought to be defended.
(Who knows) If you will be doubtful
staring at the sky, an hyperbole of stars
in the night of an ordinary day... an ordinary day.
You should never go by appearences
Always take a deeper look
Sometimes a star is nothing but light
and we are the world, and we should decide for ourselves
but everyone is lost in this hectic present looking for a destination
And who knows how you're gonna be tomorrow?
Who knows if you'll still believe
in a future that ought to be defended.
(Who knows) If you will be doubtful
staring at the sky, an hyperbole of stars
in the night of an ordinary day... an ordinary day.
(Who knows) If you will be doubtful
staring at the sky, an hyperbole of stars
in the night of an ordinary day... an ordinary day.