Hours which go
They steal from us
Fragile moments
Which don't return
And always on the run after us,
Never arriving,
Forgetting something
What is more important.
Two laying on the backs suddenly
In the flower, the flight of wings,
A smile in the child,
New sky in a drawer.
And I miss just one song
To be able to fly up
More higher
Until Dad
Makes her dream...
I would like you to be next to me
To caress you...
More and more,
Until I will touch the sky...