Eyes

Chirping birds
Among the vernal trees
Smell of fresh bread
Floating through the mazy streets
By the window
I can touch the sun
Tasting warm coffee
Guessing slowly one by one

Every voice, every little step
The shape of noise always has its own face

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Through my feet
I can feel the ground
Happiness
Following carefully just the sound

Laughing kids running in the park
As my heart, I remember every beat

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Credits
Writer(s): Alessandro Di Zio, Giampiero Mariani
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