Gods, poets, common people
All here, like clouds, just passing by
Below an ungrateful earth, that promises yet limits
Above a dark sky, full of comets
That enchants the spirit and sets us free

Don't ask me if it's right
Above or below it is always implied
That my heart will choose
Its way without thinking

Of all the reasons that shackle love
Of how much life has gone by drearily
On my way, without a sound
Like a breath, a canticle
A preayer, like an adagio

People of all ages, men and women
All here, dreaming of a better tomorrow
Below an earth filled with useless illusions
Above a heavy sky presses us
Calling for a second chance and inviting us to live

Don't ask me if it's easy
Right or wrong I'll be adept
And my heart will choose
Its way without thinking

Of all the reasons that shackle love
Of how much life has gone by drearily
On my way, out of the clamor

Like a breath, a canticle
A prayer, an adagio

Gods, poets, common men
People of all ages, women and men
Weightless as clouds