It will pass
even today will pass
like a falling tear,
where will it go?
Maybe among the signs of a smile that is bitter
but it will pass.
What will bring this winter?
Another fragile springtime
that still doesn't know how to bloom
Its smell is within a breath.
It will pass,
and like air it will pass,
this air that is already swallowed all in one go,
among the wastes of an inevitable past that always tries to confuse.
What will bring this winter?
Another fragile springtime
that still doesn't know how to bloom
Its smell is within a breath.
What will bring this winter?
Another fragile springtime
that still doesn't know how to bloom
Its smell is within a breath.
(Ah Ah Ah)
The genius moment is divine
(Ah Ah Ah)
The art of His luminescence
(Ah Ah Ah)
dies without help from anyone
(Ah Ah Ah)
it excites us and makes the sky tremble!
( Ah Ah Ah )