Sguardo Verso Il Cielo

The joy of singing, the desire to play
the sense of reaching what you don't have
here's another day like yesterday,
waiting for the morning to start again.
The strength to smile, the strength to fight
the guilt of being alive and not being able to change
like a dry branch, abandoned
that tries in vain to bloom.
The mask of a clown in the middle of a great desert
a fire that goes out, a look towards the sky
a look towards the sky, where the sun is wonder
where nothing becomes a world, where your light shines.