How many diamonds will be in your sky,
you that slide it with your hair,
you that in the night by your windowsill
loose the braids at a star
How many diamonds will be in your winter,
Shadows of wolves by the window,
pine leaves near your door,
call me "my love" if you want...
Your sky was like eyes of grass,
a man of still few years of life,
tea leaves on your path
shut up and you will get older with your hope
Your winter was like eyes of grass
while the dishonour was running away
tales of airplanes and courage,
deaf limits to the reality...
Oceania, Oceania, Oceania...
Write me again about your wrinkles
You know that I'm always searching
Find for me days and hope
and the indifference that I don't have
Find for me days and reason
bring me American oranges
tales of women and aqua vitae
ivy and blood also for me...
Oceania, Oceania, Oceania...
The fog rises up in your sky
the winter spits away his misfortunes
the wind sweeps away the wisdom
kiss me again if you want...
I want my hands in my thoughts
I would like to hope that
Where your sorrow ends
Will born a bridge between me and you...
How many diamonds will be in your winter,
Shadows of wolves by the window,
pine leaves near your door,
call me "my love" if you want...
Your sky was like eyes of grass
while the dishonour was running away
tales of airplanes and courage,
deaf limits to the reality...
Oceania, Oceania, Oceania...