Don‘t touch‘em when they are sleeping | |
they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
don‘t try to understand them it is useless | |
they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
but | |
they are just looking for something to be understood | |
that will be of interest to anyone | |
you will hear them crying at your doors | |
let them in these are true tears | |
the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
to be understood | |
another one is a special creature | |
with his ambiguous beauty | |
his power comes to the surface | |
his power comes from survival | |
of all he‘s the strongest | |
of all he‘s the coolest | |
due to the open wounds | |
that life made to him | |
the third one has a very strong body | |
his strength is born | |
from the daily fight | |
for the food in the nest | |
an this one is a very strong body | |
the battle for food | |
made him brave in his choice | |
made him loud in his voice | |
and next is the strangest | |
he‘s the one who shouts for more | |
he‘s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
he doesn't feel smart | |
but he feels very clumsy | |
and he seems to seek the reason | |
why he always feels alone | |
the last one‘s the smallest | |
but the rocky one | |
when the game gets too heavy | |
it takes the role of a referee | |
of all he‘s the hardest | |
of all he‘s the biggest | |
and when the springtime comes | |
fly away to build a new nest! | |
they aren‘t still stars | |
but five little birds | |
when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
from a young tree planted by my father | |
in the garden |
Don' t touch' em when they are sleeping | |
they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
don' t try to understand them it is useless | |
they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
but | |
they are just looking for something to be understood | |
that will be of interest to anyone | |
you will hear them crying at your doors | |
let them in these are true tears | |
the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
to be understood | |
another one is a special creature | |
with his ambiguous beauty | |
his power comes to the surface | |
his power comes from survival | |
of all he' s the strongest | |
of all he' s the coolest | |
due to the open wounds | |
that life made to him | |
the third one has a very strong body | |
his strength is born | |
from the daily fight | |
for the food in the nest | |
an this one is a very strong body | |
the battle for food | |
made him brave in his choice | |
made him loud in his voice | |
and next is the strangest | |
he' s the one who shouts for more | |
he' s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
he doesn' t feel smart | |
but he feels very clumsy | |
and he seems to seek the reason | |
why he always feels alone | |
the last one' s the smallest | |
but the rocky one | |
when the game gets too heavy | |
it takes the role of a referee | |
of all he' s the hardest | |
of all he' s the biggest | |
and when the springtime comes | |
fly away to build a new nest! | |
they aren' t still stars | |
but five little birds | |
when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
from a young tree planted by my father | |
in the garden |
Don' t touch' em when they are sleeping | |
they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
don' t try to understand them it is useless | |
they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
but | |
they are just looking for something to be understood | |
that will be of interest to anyone | |
you will hear them crying at your doors | |
let them in these are true tears | |
the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
to be understood | |
another one is a special creature | |
with his ambiguous beauty | |
his power comes to the surface | |
his power comes from survival | |
of all he' s the strongest | |
of all he' s the coolest | |
due to the open wounds | |
that life made to him | |
the third one has a very strong body | |
his strength is born | |
from the daily fight | |
for the food in the nest | |
an this one is a very strong body | |
the battle for food | |
made him brave in his choice | |
made him loud in his voice | |
and next is the strangest | |
he' s the one who shouts for more | |
he' s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
he doesn' t feel smart | |
but he feels very clumsy | |
and he seems to seek the reason | |
why he always feels alone | |
the last one' s the smallest | |
but the rocky one | |
when the game gets too heavy | |
it takes the role of a referee | |
of all he' s the hardest | |
of all he' s the biggest | |
and when the springtime comes | |
fly away to build a new nest! | |
they aren' t still stars | |
but five little birds | |
when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
from a young tree planted by my father | |
in the garden |