727

I perceive the color of the sequence,
that allows taking off,
and struck by reality,
sweet dreams and at the end
it's good to cry
it's good to escape
I hope, not to remember

Aboard a 727 I transport myself,
Where are you, placed on a limb
you wait for the temporal flow, while I finish singing
caleidoscopes somewhere
you can't think I want to get off
when I can fly

above everything
above the universe

The 727 rang and I can't get up
The echo of the past doesn't go away
Sweet dreams
It's ending

It's good to cry
It's good to let go,
Let the tide go down
Weather the storm
To fly again

Above everything
Above the universe

There's something there that can't be seen
Premonitions on the skin
Of what might happen
Flying

Above everything
Above the universe