Pink, blue, red, black—life.
Life is a very long—very long corridor
filled with doors that you need—that you need to know
how to open, how to close according—according to the day.
The keys are those—those of love.
And upon opening the door—the door of time,
love is lying there—lying inside.
So I looked for the particular path
that opens onto the days—the days without end.
The keys are those—those of love.
Never—never could I forget
the blue door where our love began.
If you want it—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
The keys are those—those of love.
At the end of this very long—very long corridor
is the door—the door of hope.
Each of us can—can find it.
It is enough to look—look hard for it
The keys are those—those of love.
Never—never could I forget
the blue door where our love began.
If you want—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
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If you want—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
The keys are those—those of love.
The keys are those—those of love.