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I fly out
Through the window,
And so many days
Are left behind.

Nothing hurts me
Anymore
That yesterday
Could bother me.

They are drawers that close
So no one sees them.
They are words
I couldn't say.

But I don't care anymore,
Because nothing touches me,
And there's nothing alive
Inside of me.

I float in the air
Since this afternoon,
When my head
Exploded.

Now the floor is made of clouds
And I peek every now and then
To spy on you
From where I am.

And I see, and I fly.
And I see, and I fly.

The neighborhood lights up
And the night turns into day.
It shines like a Christmas tree.

And I'm high, very high,
And the car lights
That stop every now and then,
And start again.

And I see, people running
Like an endless choreography.
And I fly like in a small plane,
The smell of pizza that mom cooks.

And I remember that day
When you said:
'If you could be
A bird, what would you do...?'

Now that I float
And don't feel what I touch
And people don't see me pass by.

I'll take advantage
To go look for you,
And tell you
How everything is around here.

Some mornings pass by
Grandma Yolanda
And we go out together
For a walk.

And the husband of Pocha
Sends you greetings.
He plays chess with me
And I can't beat him.

And keep going forward
With the kid from around the corner,
Who came to visit you in the afternoon.

I keep waiting for you,
Because nothing rushes me
And someday everyone will come here.

And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly).
And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly).

And I see (and I see), and I fly (and I fly).
And I cry (and I cry) a little (a little).