You Will cross one morning the world and it'll be more beautiful than a dream, Because a new love will be poured like honey, and from a point on this earth the sun is rising more beautiful than ever / your round gold gaze will shine in your eyes like a big diamond .
And I, that make dreams without being asleep, Pass through a crystal without fear, because the dreams I do when I walk in the street are more honest than those that pass by law, the law of a company, The law of a state My country is a colony of more large-colony
Colors from the war in a watermarking colors of love and colors of violence
Bury the dolls and all of your plastic weapons knives, guns, all kinds of tricks
Dreams of life, A blurred memory, tumbling molecules like a large wandering Like the rings of Saturn, are standing above my head The dreams I do when I'm awake in the dark ...
It's like a magnet that makes me dream talking to the buildings, in the clouds, Or to pray I wish I had a sea out of my house and whenever it rains to fly from my balcony Holding your hand forever in the strawberry fields, the linear valleys.
And as an airplane collides in my mind, to make your body one with my own... Tell me, tell me, What do you think of me when our bodies stand united silent... and from a point somewhere on this Earth the sun rises And then, someone aims at a target.
Colors from the war from a watermarking colors of love and colors of violence,
Bury your dolls and all the plastic guns knives, guns, all kinds of tricks Dreams of life, A blurred memory tumbling molecules like a large wandering like rings of Saturn are standing on your head dreams do when I'm awake in the dark
You will cross one morning the world and it'll be more beautiful than a dream. We may find a home to stay a place to live and die .
Talking to someone who has died in snowy landscapes, in ink trees, or to people looking for a direction ... to God, another country, or an unknown address, In a computer screen, the dreams of a dog, into the rainbow ...or in the heart of a friend . Save the pictures and everything you think, inside the book of your eyes is all you want
Colors from the war of a watermarking colors of love and colours of violence Bury the dolls and all of your plastic weapons knives, guns, all kinds of tricks The dreams of living a blured memory tumbling molecules like a large wandering like rings of Saturn are standing above my head the dreams I do when I'm awake in the dark ....