Aquarela

On any old sheet
I draw a yellow sun
And with five or six lines
It's easy to make a castle

I run the pencil around
My hand and give myself a glove
And if I make it rain
With two strokes
I have an umbrella

If a little drop of ink
Falls on a tiny blue spot on the paper
In an instant I imagine
A beautiful seagull flying in the sky

It flies, circling
The vast north-south curve
I travel with it
Hawaii, Beijing, or Istanbul
I paint a sailing boat
Gently gliding
There's so much sky and sea
In a blue kiss

Among the clouds appears
A beautiful pink and maroon plane
Everything around it coloring
With its blinking lights

Just imagine and it's taking off
Calm and beautiful
And if we want
It will land

On any old sheet
I draw a departing ship
With some good friends
Living life to the fullest

From one America to another
I can cross in a second
I spin a simple compass
And in a circle I make the world

A boy walks
And while walking reaches the wall
And right there in front waiting
For us, the future is

And the future is a spaceship
That we try to pilot
It has no time or mercy
And no set time to arrive

Without asking for permission
It changes our lives
And then invites
Us to laugh or cry

On this road, we can't
Know or see what's to come
The end of it, no one knows
Exactly where it will lead

We all go
On a beautiful catwalk
Of a watercolor that one day will

Fade away

On any old sheet
I draw a yellow sun

That will fade away

And with five or six lines
It's easy to make a castle

That will fade away

I spin a simple compass
In a circle I make the world

That will fade away