Only you can hear my soul...
Only you can hear my soul...
You are the Moon,
How many songs will be sung again,
Desires which ploughed the sky
To reach you.
This is a port for writers who don't write
And often lose their mind.
You take sighs of those who entertains
And you give a dream to each soul,
The Moon that is looking at me,
Now listen to me:
Only you can hear my soul...
Only you can hear my soul...
You are the Moon
Which knows the eternity of time
And a straight way of the truth,
Shines with the brightest light my heart,
This heart of a man who doesn't know, doesn't know
That love can hide pain,
It can burn the soul as a flame.
Only you can hear my soul...
Only you can hear my soul...
You are the Moon,
You light up the sky and its immensity
And you let us see just the half of what you want
And then we become almost always the angels of clay
Who don't fly,
The souls of paper which light up the hearts,
As leaves that fall down,
Dreams of air which evaporate,
Children of the Earth and your children,
And you know
That love can hide pain,
It can burn the soul as a flame.
And the love which breathes with our hearts,
And the power which moves all and which lights up everything!...
Only you can hear my soul...
Only you can hear my soul...
Saint dawn, my godness, my the most silent godness!...