Yes, every day the sun comes out
But the sores in the room
Can be cured for you by the clouds
The Sun, stove of a documentary,
heat of original life
and ibuprofen at burials.
Every day the Sun comes out
The bus shouts it,
the radio and the jammed M-30.
But I dream of another song
sung by the light
which means nothing to me.
Nothing, because I'm in the habit of waking up
Imagining you happy,
treading a blue sky,
The girl with the lantern
Where do you keep so much light?
Every day you come out.
It's been a few years around here
and he doesn't want to know me,
but stars are like that.
It's all the same, what's yours is from another dimension,
astronomy released
from impossible receipts.
Every day the Sun comes out,
the bus shouts it,
the radio and the jammed M30.
But I dream of another song
sung by the light
which means nothing to me.
Nothing, because I am in the habit of waking up
imagining you happy,
treading a blue sky,
The girl with the lantern,
Where do you keep so much light?
Every day you come out...
And how beautiful to wake up
imagining you happy,
treading a blue sky,
The girl with the lantern,
Where do you keep so much light?
Every day you come out...