The fog that settles in the morning
The stones of a hill path
The hawk that will rise, the first ray that will come
The snow that will melt while sleeping at the seaside
The imprint of a head on the pillow
The slow and uncertain steps of a child
The look of serenity, the hand that will be extended
Joy of those who will wait, for this and what will come
I sing it with my hands in my pockets I sing
The voice in celebration I sing
The band in the head I sing
I run in the wind , I sing
The whole life I sing
The spring I sing
My prayer I sing
For those who will listen to me
I want to sing, always sing
The smell of coffee in the kitchen
The house all full in the morning
And the elevator that doesn't work
The love for my city
The people who will smile  , along the road
The branches that intertwine in the sky
An old man walking all alone
The summer that will then pass
The wheat that will ripen
The hand that will take it
For this and what will be
I sing, hands in my pockets I sing
The voice in celebration I sing
The band in my head I sing
I run in the wind I sing
The whole life I sing
The spring I sing
My prayer I sing
For those who will listen to me
I want to sing
Always singing
Singing
I sing
Hands in pockets and singing
The voice in celebration and singing
The band in the head and singing
>The whole life I sing