A soul of cork, dry and free of burden
that's who I was
not sad, nor innocent, nor happy I was living
imagine the hours, thinking what love is all about
sunlight delight, motionless violence
it's not who I'm
I saw around me a nature without the colours
the black trees
in the sky the hasty birds
oh... oh... oh...oh...oh...
And after, the impression of becoming waltz, the moments
with him before
desire to catch life with teeth
and then let go and travel on the arms of wind
and then sleep
to feel the rising, rising colours
and after give, give some more
giving without the rules
and seize the cry that from within I take
oh... oh... oh...oh...oh...