An ancient feather sleeps soundly on a lake ,
scattered flowers are looking to the sun
and the grey sky laughs like a mad, little baby.
A tree lies on a blue stone and his shadow,
is ravaged and tired and strange…
Happy creeps crawl on the meadow
too slowly, but they will change.
Oh, suddenly a fearless raindrop walk alone
on an highway full of water,
and I think everything is gone.
I don’t shake like a leaf anymore.
Now I can see butterflies with big wings
they ‘re red and green and they fly high.
A golden air give us a big light
in this bad place full of lies.
Right here on the door, there is my only friend,
I know one thing but it’s not about to begin,
now! Yes…that music makes me real.
And those clouds are disappeared