I am now in the middle of this highway
So many crossroads left behind...
Now my coin is spinning in the air
And may it be,
What may be
All the twists and turns of carsickness
All the measles I already had...
And I carry your smile like a flag
And may it be,
What may be
What must be, may it be
And what must not, it may be for something
I don't believe in the eternity of fights
Nor in recipes of happiness
When they pass I accept my springtimes
And the die may be cast to rest
I will look at your photo in my wallet
And may it be,
What may be
And the one who wants to believe, may they believe
And the one who does not, they may be right
I set my song free into the breeze
And may whoever wants to hear it, hear it
Now my coin is spinning in the air
And may it be,
What may be