I keep among the waves
as I'm thinking of you,
red fire light and swallow ..
through the leaves is blowing
a very weak wind,
meanwhile a flower
is about to be born ..
here we are,
watching the clouds
on a bed of strawberries ..
how could I
explain to you, if I fuss
and I make myself ridiculous ..
(please) speak me and hold me
or pretend you love me,
in a bit yellowed photo
that's all I have,
and I can't understand if you laughed or not ..
here, nailed to the ground
I stay lying,
waiting to fly a little ..
here we are.
looking at the clouds
on a bed of strawberries ..
how could I,
explain to you if I fuss
and I make myself ridiculous,
speak me, hold me
or pretend you love me