Diganle

Today after a long polo
Everything will be gone
And I have to go out to fly
Towards a new sky
And I leave my body

Ah
In the mountain or in the city
They will call
They will see ports of mud
And I leave from your eyes
When looking at them more

And the desert will erase
All the memories
The data of the final mother
Will continue to be printed
In a bank of fog

Ah
And if the avalanche rushes I will sleep
They will hear a noise in another room
Like that of a mammoth about to be born

If she's awake, turn around, uncover her
She has a single tear
And so the sea falls
And soon she will forget

Tell her, tell her
Tell her, tell her

Tell her to go look for
Her eternal friend
All with their laser fibers
Follow the morning
Without counting each day

Ah
It's so early that I have no more dreams
The melodies have gone
And I leave from your hands like the wind