Flies, the thought flies
the way it flies in freedom
it's not easy, it's not easy
to let yourself go down
and then come back up to
the place where the sun is already rising
above the houses in the streets
which I would build and rebuild
every day beside you, you and me
And the day comes back
this easy is only in the depth
like flying in the middle of
the blue sky
which takes me all the way to you
It's not easy, it's not easy
to let yourself go this way
goes, easily goes
where the sky already discovers
that light which lightens again
my troubles, and makes them disappear
every time I'm around you
Like flying in the middle of
the blue sky
which takes me all the way to you
A thought flies , flies in freedom