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 [bad word]  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, 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, 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 [bad word] 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 ....