Fantàsia

Here you find a sensation
And the blue goes on,
Through the circle of your throat.

And she flies, through the rain,
Her every curve makes your hands move.

Now,
Here you find a revelation
And the blue goes on.

Green stems speak of yearning
Spring will wait,
Rolling on my bed
Here,
Where tears fall down.

Golden branches on my shoulders
Lie down,

And the skies blooms
Yellow trees grow
In my mind.