Like a child with luminous eyes,
who watches the birds pass by, far away,
like the bluebird flying over the Earth,
watching how, how beautiful the world is.
Beautiful the boat, dancing on the waves,
drunk of life, love and wind.
Beautiful the emerging song from waves,
forsaken on the white sand.
White the innocent, poet's blood
who, singing invents love,
so life can dress up with feast,
and the night changes to day 1
Day of a life where the dawn rises,
to wake up a city with heavy eyes,
where the mornings slice down the dreams,
to give us a world of love.
You are love, I'm love,
you are the bird, I'm the child.
Me, I'm not but a girl of shadows
who sees the star of sunset shining,
you, my star who waves my round,
come to light my black sun.
Black the misery, the men and war,
who believe they hold the reins of time,
loving countries don't have borders,
to those who have a child's heart.
Like a child with the eyes in the light,
who watches the birds pass by, far away,
like the blue bird flying over the Earth.
We will find that world of love.
You are love, I'm love,
you are the bird, I'm the child,
you are the bird, I'm the child,
you are the bird, I'm the child.
1. Meaning light instead of darkness.