It's been an unforgettable morning
like every morning spent in a park.
Could it be you? Could it be you?
Maybe it isn't about the place, and it's just superfluous.
If out of all my deliriums and my stories
only yours has improved this plot,
Could it be you? Could it be you?
Maybe it isn't about the topic, and it's just superfluous.
Now I'll hide and look at you and I can say:
"I will kill monsters for you,
you just have to ask."
Long ago I jumped and fell right here.
Those endless safaris
were gone without a warning.
Today I noticed it again,
each cloud is a plan,
it transforms as it travels
and is weightless and leaves.
We're clouds, nothing more.
Like leaves dancing in the wind,
that's how time will rise us and make us roll
And roll and roll and roll and roll...
Like leaves dancing in the wind,
that's how time will rise us and make us roll
And roll and roll and roll and roll...
Like leaves dancing in the wind,
that's how time will rise us and make us roll
And roll and roll and roll and roll...
Like leaves dancing in the wind,
that's how time will rise us and make us roll
And roll and roll and roll and roll...
There's never an end, there's no end,
it isn't true, it's true.
There's never an end, there's no end,
it isn't true, it's true.