Ella

Clear eyes in the darkness
Little purple flower resists the winds
Rare secrets, lovely to keep
Witness of birds that flew

I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path
I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path

Looking at old photos made me cry
She was a girl one day and I didn't know
So many elements for a single journey
A minute in her arms, how much I would give

I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path
I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path

I sing to myself to know what I sing
From the same source we take everything
Few parties in life last because
We take so much and put so little

Palm of the hand, pleasure, agony
How much of your courage do I have
How much reason for the plea
How many punishments of these commandments

Garden of sorrows, laughter in solitude
Child sitting alone in the middle
Come see, the answers have returned
Consolation that is no longer a good remedy

I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path
I don't cry anymore
She is part of the path