La vita breve dei coriandoli [English translation]

What passes, will return

It’s like a circle that life spins

Fantasy is useful

To breath everything beforehand

You laugh next to me

Only a few more things make sense

Beside what we have

For the two of us, who obviously are here.

Amazed by the images

By the black and white of those old movies

By the first flight of swallows

What angels are made of

The short life of confetti

Makes us feel that we’re free

And this still gives us chills

Chills

And dividing in half

Tonight till the morning

Maybe happiness

Is not that different from this

Amazed by the images

By the black and white of those old movies

By the first flight of swallows

What angels are made of

The short life of confetti

Makes us feel that we’re free

And this still gives us chills

Chills

Amazed by the fragile

performances of acrobats

By the movement of oceans

By the wind that caresses the trees

The short life of confetti

Makes us feel that we’re free

And this still gives us chills

Chills

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