Aire, Aire

Air, air
Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air
Air, air
That took away the monsters
Who have become owners
Of all the dreams
That were reason
Air, air
So many winged divers soaring through the air
Air, air
That no God can circulate
With insubordinate flight
Through the paradise
Of the chameleon
Air, air, air, air
I need to breathe
That I refuse to understand, love
That it can never be again, love
Truth the truth
But what truth, but what truth
Love

Air, air
There is no perfume worth if the air is missing
Air, air
What good is it for the wind to smell like gardens
If the breath is missing
That traps the flower
Air, air
Gale air that stirs up the air
Air, air
Angry air that drags
This long madness
That spits out garbage
When it speaks of honor
Air, air, air, air
Air, air
Not a breeze but a whirlwind of air
Air, air
That takes away the monsters
Who have become owners
Of all the dreams
That were reason