The sun won't rise today; you'll die many times today.
Lean down onto your dreams, you'll find something there.
Forget the blues* today; don't water the flower, forget.
You can be yourself a bit more; raise the color in your heart.
Every love lives itself; the door it knocks on gets closed at the end
You'll find a you in there: grown, wise, tired.
Oh my little one, this road goes to you.
There's something you've forgotten in your tiny spring.
Comes and goes on the streets, enters and exits the streets.
There's the day on its blue window, excited and colorful birds.
A flame on its wings; it lands and leaves on your dreams.
Every love lives itself; the door it knocks on gets closed at the end
You'll find a you in there: grown, wise, tired.
Oh my little one, this road goes to you.