The melancholy has got the waves like the sea,
It makes you to go away and then to come back,it rocks you sweetly...
The melancholy dances itself in a slow motion (slowly)
You can hold it in silence and feel everything inside...
It's feeling yourself close together and also far apart
it's traveling standing still
it's living other lives...
it's feeling like flying inside the airplanes
on illuminated ships,
on the trains that you see passing by...
It has a warm and sunset red (color) light
of a wounded day that never wants to die...
It looks (feels) almost like happiness
it looks almost like a soul going away
a dream that mixes itself with the reality
you can exchange it (by mistake) for sadness
but it's only a soul that knows
that even the sorrow will serve (be useful)...
(And it stops for a moment to console the cry
of a wounded world that never wants to die) *
And loosing yourself among the desert dunes
among the waves in the open sea
even inside this city...
and feeling that everything can be forgiven
that everything is always the same
that is, that everything can change...
It's being in silence to listen
and feeling that it can be sweet even to die one day...
In the warm and sunset red light
of a wounded day that never wants to die...
It looks (feels) almost like happiness
it looks almost like a soul going away
a dream that mixes itself with the reality
you can exchange it (by mistake) for sadness
but it's only a soul that knows
that even the sorrow will pass...
And it stops for a moment to console the cry
of a wounded love that never wants to die...