La Pioggia di Marzo

It is, it is perhaps, it's when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone
Glass shells, it's the moon and the bonfire
Sleep, death, it's to believe or not

Field daisy, the distant shore
Arthur, Boogeyman, and the fairy Morgana
It's a gust of wind, wave of the swing
It's a deep mystery, a little sorrow

North wind from the mountains, Sunday evening
It's the pros and cons, longing for spring
It's the descending rain, eve of the fair
It's the water of March, whether it was or not

It's yes, it's no, it's the world as it was
Madamadorè, passing squall
It's a swallow in the north, the stork, the crane
A stream, a spring, an extra crumb

It's the bottom of the well, the departing ship
A record, the sulking, it's standing aside
Hope, belief, tells a tale
The dripping drop, a charm, a meeting

It's the shadow of a gesture, something shining
Morning that's here, the ringing alarm
It's the wood and the fire, it's the bread and the flatbread
Pitcher of wine, the coming and going of the street

It's a house project, the wool shawl
It's a sung song, a doorstep, a den
It's a step you feel, coming and going
The profile of the mountains with the sun beyond
It's the March rain, it is what it is
The hope of life you carry with you

It is, it is perhaps, it's when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone
The rose, the yo-yo, lullaby lullaby
It's a pain, but it doesn't hurt that much
The March rain, it is what it is
The hope of life you carry with you

It is, it is perhaps, it's when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone
A step you feel, coming and going
It's a great horizon, it's what will be
The March rain, it is what it is
The hope of life you carry with you

It is, it is yes, it's when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone
It is, it is perhaps, and when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone
It is, it is perhaps, it's when you fly
Echo rebound, it's being alone