I remember the exact day I met you
I was stuck to heaven and I barely felt you.
You discovered me all at once
and towards your open hand I launched
In a whole person I had to change.
Respectable people to rush
all a fixed schedule to walk
a newspaper and the table ready, to grow old.
It was the perfect boring noise
of a search to the center of the sun
burning my death.
Then with the daily facts it was
that we project to make us three
in the hope of the one who was going to be born
my frustrations all overturned.
While the facts had to be forced
all this sad world tended to fail
the only stable thing is happiness
that is not bought or given in charity.
It was the perfect boring noise
of a search to the center of the sun
burning my death.
It was the joy of a gray bird
with his song asking to die because he was imprisoned.
Now, next to heaven, I'm going to stay
who gives me my hand when passing
share my luck ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)