In Alto Mare
Loredana Bertè
In the High Sea
In the High Sea
We've been sailing for a while,
well or badly, I don't know,
star guiding your eyes,
a great love between us
we fish in fantasy
green stones from Bahia?
Madness at the helm
and we find ourselves
in the high sea
in the high sea
to then let go
on the wave that throws you down
and then hurls you towards the blue
and breathe
in the high sea
like two birds to be killed
rather than come back down
saying we can't fly anymore, uh.
Sailing I already know,
that the land will appear,
it's normal to be like this,
because we live here,
among the noises of a street,
soothing in the pharmacy,
children of ideology
and we can't stand it
in the high sea
in the high sea
to then let go
on the wave that throws you down
and then hurls you towards the blue
and breathe
in the high sea
like two birds to be killed
rather than come back down
saying we can't fly anymore
and breathe
in the high sea
like two birds to be killed
rather than come back down
saying we can't fly anymore, uh.
