"As a storm - new thoughts - over the oceans.
Alone with you, my Lady of the Mountain,
I lose myself in this odyssey.
It's a Renaissance!
A wonderful (crazy), perfect dream
A return to kindness, among the wheat fields and shooting stars
and all the wishes that you haven't expressed
Do not think, on this night, in a restless sleep,
with your stories
with witches and knights,
With sweetness, keep that baby wrapped in the Golden Fleece
let him dream, in this Midsummer Night's
with the sweet little poems and songs
(with those rhymes that make you smile)
It's a Renaissance!
Trust me, old man-of-the-clouds, I'll keep the secret:
these stupid 'truths' are like snowflakes
which are all different, but they are always the same.
I should be tired, maybe green, maybe blue.
I am ready, as always,
to set sail on my paper ship
And navigate to the Worldmoon will be like dancing.
Do you remember our evenings,
when the village was celebrating?
No, how could you, I was still wind in your hair.
It's a Renaissance!
Trust me,
listen carefully
This kite will take you away,
if you are not firmly on the ground
It's a song that comes from the heart,
I won't sleep tonight."
