I would like to get inside the wires of a radio
And to fly over the rooftops of a city
To encounter dialectal expressions
To blend with the smell of a coffee
To stop on the nose of old people while they are reading newspapers
And with the powder of dreams...to fly and fly
In the coolness of the stars...even beyond
Chorus:
Dream, dream in the sea of dreams
I would like to twirl in the sky as the swallows
And every so often I stop here and there
To have a nest under the roofs, in the coolness of porches
And like them, to close my eyes with easiness in the evening
I want to follow every beat of my heart
To understand what is going on inside
And what moves it
Where comes every so often this strange sorrow
In short, I want to understand what love is
Where it takes you, where it gives you
Chorus:
Dream, dream, in the sky of dreams