How little it is to know you
and to have found
one more love in the whole world.
How little it is to know you
and to have lived,
and to talk about everything in the past.
As a child I always liked
walking in a boat made of dreams
that was docked between my hair
in the part where the longing remains.
As a child I confused a plank
with the incredible sailboat that I loved
and that river for me was the ocean
and I let down my sails early.
Looking for the sea.
Looking for the sea.
I was never worried about
arriving or not arriving.
And the wind that blew
was life
that's how I could love you,
that's how I could see you,
that's how...
How little it is to know you, how little it all is
feeling warm like the sky.
How little it is to know you, to know that you were
one more love in the whole world.
A new love, stone by stone.
Made of salt and made of sand
as all loves are.
Made of salt and made of sand
as all loves are.
Made of salt...