They say,
silence has no sound, (see note 1)
yet a breath is already very strong.
The dawn belongs
to those who don’t have anything to defend themselves,
to those who still know how to hide,
in time it slips.
Keep your dreams
in your hair,
in the drawers.
My defects,
which, now that I think about it,
are the same
I aim
at you.
Wake up,
the light is rushing to grab us,
claiming every centimetre,
demanding our best effort.
Keep your dreams
in your hair,
in the drawers.
My defects,
which, now that I think about it,
are the same
I aim
at you.
Let it go,
Let things pass
Let it go
Keep your dreams
in your hair,
in the drawers.
My defects,
which, now that I think about it,
are the same
I aim
at you.