What pass will return
It's like a circle that life turns
Useful is imagination
To breath all before
You, laughing next to me
Few other things make sense
Beyond what's here
For us that usually we're here
Fascinated by pictures
By the black and white of those old films
By the first flight of the swallows
By what angels are made of
The short life of the confetti
Make us feel that we're free
And all this still terrifies
Terrifies
And splitting in a half
This night until the morning
Maybe happiness
Isn't much different from this
Fascinated by pictures
By the black and white of those old films
By the first flight of the swallows
By what angels are made of
The short life of the confetti
Make us feel that we're free
And all this still terrifies
Terrifies
Amazed by the feeble
movements of the acrobats
By the swell of the oceans
By the wind caressing the trees
The short life of the confetti
Make us feel that we're free
And all this still terrifies
Terrifies