Un Soffio Caldo

Dawn and the barns,
filter from the mountain.
Softly it lights up,
crawls and gives life to the sky.
Descends and vividly colors
the river and the bridge.
Oh it's time for us to go away.
A breath of fresh air.
I close my eyes and already feel
that my season is renewing.
A warm breath that goes,
A warm dream that goes.

Dreams that sometimes
shatter in the morning;
they extinguish the dawn, they extinguish us.
But how many dogs
bite our path.
Oh, but you know dreams never sleep.
A breath of good air.
I close my eyes and already feel
that my season rediscovers
a warm breath of freedom.
Oh, freedom.

Under a sky of new air
I open my eyes and already feel,
I feel peace in the dawn.
A warm breath of freedom,
A warm dream of freedom,
Oh, freedom.