It'll take me like it was
going to the sea in a freshwater stream
Where being means merely to pass by
There are small lives on the sidewalk
where being means absolutely nothing,
but living here means to sprout tenderly
pleasure to meet you
Great pleasure to be your partner on this street
And to share your kindness
You release the first spark
That makes life shine
I was swept away by the currents
I fell in love at the pier where I've been
Every backwater a great love
For these brief and eternal moments
I had the gift of sailing
Those are lives of beautiful skylines
People of the most precious sources
Where being here means tenderly bringing forth
Keep on singing around the mills
Where beauty nestled
However, living here is just passing by, If your love were mine
if it were mine,
Well, I used to have tile
if that was my street,with real-light diamonds,
just to see my love passes by.