Every road takes us to where we can meet one another
Every trail leads us to where we find one another, be sure of that.
I believe the sense of a half-truth
Because the complete truth cries from happiness
No distance is far enough, one will always find the other
From the erudit sound to the catchy club beat
Night and day, with open sky, and barefoot
You pass by, I stand still
You do, I speak
But when we lay together, we learn how good the opposite is
I don't know, but I feel that some force runs the things between us
I say this so that everyone knows: when things seem worlds apart, they somehow and anyway match