The solitude of days gone by—
it melts away, it gets lost, in the sky.
Someone wrote in the sky
a letter for me—
someone is telling for me
a fairy tale up there.
In my hands, I see clouds
that disperse in the wind,
and a very sweet music
arises in me.
In the dark of the night
I see stars strolling--
words that smile--
for me, for me.
Everything is dream in the world
I want to believe this:
someone, someone, loves me.
Everything is a dream and in the world
I want to believe this:
someone, someone, loves me.