La Vita Breve Dei Coriandoli

What passes will return
It's like a circle that life spins
Useful the imagination
To breathe everything in first
You who laugh next to me
Few other things make sense
Beyond what there is
For us two who are normally here

Fascinated by the images
By the black and white of those old films
By the first flight of swallows
What are angels made of
The short life of confetti
Makes us feel that we are free
And all this still gives us chills
Chills

And dividing this night in half until morning
Perhaps happiness
Is not so different from this

Fascinated by the images
By the black and white of those old films
By the first flight of swallows
What are angels made of
The short life of confetti
Makes us feel that we are free
And all this still gives us chills
Chills

Fascinated by the fragile
Evolution of acrobats
By the movement of the oceans
By the wind that caresses the trees
The short life of confetti
Makes us feel that we are free
And all this still gives us chills
Chills