Land Of Time
Jacopo Ferrazza
6:20Here 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.