I have a promise of wings
Written on my back
Something about me
One day it will fly
I am the tip of the iceberg
The link in a chain
Something of me
In the wind will remain
The complex mechanism of the bones of my hand
It is prior to my will
The atoms of my heart come from far away
From long before happiness
Colors inside my eye
And sounds inside my ear
Chemical reagents arrive
I try to make friends
With the one inside the mirror
Which says excuse me because you imitate me
I am a crossroads of lines
I am the altar of chance
My thoughts light up with air in my nose
If my life it's a cage then I'm an escaped prisoner
I believe in everything my name is not Tommaso
I transform sugar into dreams and fish into dance steps
And I invented the job so I could go on holiday
And I fall in love with everything and I never get tired
Of provoking love and causing trouble
Stir the minestrone otherwise it will stick
Wet this plant otherwise it will dry out
Open the window let the wind in
Uhhh everything is moving!
Uhhh everything is moving!
Uh uh uh!
I write with a computer that I don't know how it works< br/>Technique, mathematics
But it is the need to get out of this person's body
It is prior to cybernetics
And I can join a woman and sow her field
But not I know how to make rain and I don't know how to make lightning
My proforma destiny and my body is formed forever and ever
The four-quarter rhythm is the most congenial
Because it rhymes with the breath of the heart
The Strait of Gibraltar is my ideal area because it rhymes
With my need to go
Towards the unknown place
I was not done
To live as brute
I wasn't done
The unknown place
I wasn't done
To live like... brute!
Stir the minestrone or it will stick
Wet otherwise this plant will dry out
Open the window and let the wind in
Uhhh everything is moving!
Uhhh everything is moving!
Uh uh uh!
I am the disc jockey of the winds I know how to make sweat
But I am no good at remixing love
And I am a lily of the fields I am drunk on frost
And every night I go looking for the morning
With 20 signs I can explain what I feel
But I don't know which came first, the chicken or the egg
I'm an old child buy me a balloon
And a bit of sweet to make the new style
The rhythm of 4 quarters is the one
The most congenial because it rhymes with the breath of the heart
The Strait of Gibraltar is my ideal area
Because it does rhymes with my need to go
Towards the unknown place
I was not done
To live like a brute
I was not done
The unknown place
I was not done
To live like... a brute!
Swirl the minestrone otherwise it will stick
Wet this plant or it will dry out
Open the window and let the wind in
Uhhh it's all moving!
Uhhh it's all moving!
Uh uh uh!
Ohh Yeaaa!
Uh uh uh!
Check it out!
/>Uh uh uh!
Ah ahh did it!
Everything in the world in movement
Everything in the world in movement
Everything in the world in movement
Everything in the world in movement movement
Mi salsa mi salsa bailaaaa
Mi salsa mi salsa buenaa
Mi salsa mi salsa bailaaaa
Mi salsa mi salsa buenaa
Mi salsa mi salsa bailaaaa
Mi salsa mi salsa buenaa
Mi salsa mi salsa bailaaaa
Mi salsa mi salsa buenaa
Mi salsa mi salsa bailaaaa
Mi salsa mi salsa buenaa...