SPRING DAY

I will dance and it will make

The world rise from the dead beneath my feet

I will weave the threads of sound

That will fall on my breast

When I finish my dance

When I finish my dance

And when the breaths will set the rhythm

My feet will worship the death of the floor

I will announce the birth of the king

Naked among the empty plates` splendour

The laughter will return

When the green walls reflect it

Broken glass can be useful

Wood can be burnt

I will dance and it will make

The world rise from the dead beneath my feet

I will weave the threads of sound

That will fall on my breast

When I finish my dance

When I finish my dance

The laughter will return

When the green walls reflect it

Broken glass can be useful

Wood can be burnt