Think if a day someone needed it,
You would ever steal the whole love of the world
To give it back to whom has tried never so much
It would be as to cancel suddenly the winter
Think if a day a child would ask you the sense
You would know how to look for licking your finger in the wind
As there would be a road for the repentance
if he followed it you believe he would be happy
Without fearing that cold that cuts yourself inside that it is not the winter,
Without fear that for you any fear doesn't have sense,
Think to look for that place that all the hands pointed out far away
And without fear in the eyes what type of world it would be if nothing is stranger no more
There is not, an only sense in things,
Nothing is equal to other and everything distinguishes itself, Clearly, in a sea of waves
Think if a day that day would really arrive,
You would understand it from a sky that doesn't have mystery,
That even if you had reached that far place,
It would be the beginning of a new walk now
There is not, an only sense in things,
Nothing is equal to other and everything distinguishes itself, Clearly, in a sea of waves, every drop is important
There is not, an only sense in things,
Nothing is equal to other and everything he distinguishes itself
Clearly, in a sea of waves
Without fearing that cold that cuts yourself inside that it is not the winter,
Without fear in the eyes what type of world it would be if nothing is stranger no more and
There is not, an only purpose in things,
And nothing and without you the nothing destroys itself,
You really can, in a sea of shapes (in a sea of waves)
In this sea of shapes, every wave is constant