In the garden of the night
there is a rose, bright,
who looks me straight in the eyes,
it blinks and it wants to tell me things,
So many things that I do not know, that I do not know?
And that's when I extend my arms
to take my hands so open
I almost feel like I'm coming with my foot.
But I,
I want to be the owner at night
of the eyes, of the height,
and I have to melt the saddle
to gallop my dream.
Fly?,
I have to tame the fire
to ride safely
in the beast of the future
to take me where I want
In the garden of the night
there is a rose, bright,
who looks me straight in the eyes,
it blinks and it wants to tell me things,
So many things that I do not know, that I do not know?
And that's when I extend my arms
to take my hands so open
I almost feel like arriving ...
Fly?,
fly? to the garden of heaven,
in a violent bird,
in a wind corridor,
on a horse of fire.
Fly?,
I want to be the owner at night
of the eyes of the height
and I have to melt the saddle
to gallop my dream.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)