La vita breve dei coriandoli [English translation]

What pass will return

It's like a circle that life turns

Useful is imagination

To breath all before

You, laughing next to me

Few other things make sense

Beyond what's here

For us that usually we're here

Fascinated by pictures

By the black and white of those old films

By the first flight of the swallows

By what angels are made of

The short life of the confetti

Make us feel that we're free

And all this still terrifies

Terrifies

And splitting in a half

This night until the morning

Maybe happiness

Isn't much different from this

Fascinated by pictures

By the black and white of those old films

By the first flight of the swallows

By what angels are made of

The short life of the confetti

Make us feel that we're free

And all this still terrifies

Terrifies

Amazed by the feeble

movements of the acrobats

By the swell of the oceans

By the wind caressing the trees

The short life of the confetti

Make us feel that we're free

And all this still terrifies

Terrifies

• Artist:Michele Bravi
• Album:La Geografia Del Buio