And I feel the wild flowers rising in my eyes
In a park where both the evil and the wise have fun
And my liberated soul flies on a cloud
Even if the earth wants to hold my body hostage
In my head grows a garden
Where the earth is so fertile
And my nights clearer than your mornings
Like a cloudless storm
A wild garden...
And my indigo sky has never seen an eclipse
To leave more room for my fireworks
But the earth seen from above is only a worn balloon
Even if my sky must burn.let me fly
In my head grows a garden
Where the earth is so fertile
And my nights clearer than your mornings
Like a cloudless storm
A wild garden...