Gli Uccelli
Franco Battiato
The Birds
The birds fly, they fly
In the space between the clouds
With the rules assigned
To this part of the universe
To our solar system
They open their wings
Dive down, land better than airplanes
They change the world's perspectives
Unpredictable flights and rapid ascents
Imperceptible trajectories
Codes of existential geometry
The birds migrate, they emigrate
With the change of season
Games of wing openings
That hide secrets
Of this solar system
They open their wings, etc
The birds fly, they fly
In the space between the clouds
With the rules assigned
To this part of the universe
To our solar system
