There's something in your eyes that makes me fall
into the deep realms of letters and sounds,
with the unforgivable sin which burns in my skin
some angels are claiming your spot over clouds.
There's something in your eyes that makes me stop
and turns myself into my soul,
subduing and fading and drowning, equal pain showed
through the same spectres of rain in its eternal flow.
"What will you do with your soul
when nothing remains to save it?
Will you face it, or will continue your road to nowhere?"
Three little birds are singing
free, without a cage;
Love would be the key for our escape.
There's something in your eyes that makes me move
my entire world in every breath. Expiring, the world, smiling,
is doing its own plans for our hands.
While my soul has burned a thousand times
my world is denied, scraping the sky.
Birds without a cage rise up the night;
filling the ground, our misery stays.
"What will you do with your soul
when nothing remains to save it?
Will you face it, or will continue your road to nowhere?"
Three little birds are singing
free, without a cage:
"Love is the word for your escape..."
Love would be the key for our escape.
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Maybe it has a lot of mistakes, maybe I'm tired, maybe I'm lost without
you... But the Sun will shine for us again and there will be no ocean
nor land able to stop it. Take something for sure, I miss you sweetie.
