Natural

I think of you, in your way of speaking
Your way of being and asking what is very natural

How naturally it happens in you
A desire to see the color of the road and disappear

I will follow the steps and try to find out
In which city you hid

I want, without thinking, your way of being silent
To hear that last bit of song that dies in the air

That plays in the air as something natural
In your so serene body, it ignites the old habit of singing

Voice of the heart left, oh, oh
And always wonders where you will be

In my heart there is reason, oh, oh
I don't forget you