When the morning blue is glowing
I fly towards the sky
stars and clouds are close to me
and you can find me here, if you want.

I need a crystal stairway
to flee from this town
towards the soul of the sky.
Real strings are in my heart.

Blue light, back fire
Our way of perceiving is changing.
Clear, glittering white
millions of stars are above me.

When the evering blue is glowing
I go back home.
An electric light is in my eyes:
it's so hard to love a dream.

On a crystal ship
I fled from this town
towards the soul of the sky.
Broken strings are in my heart.

Blue light, black fire
Our way of perceiving is changing.
Clear, glittering white
millions of stars are above me.