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Testo della canzone
In the crystal garden where the water sings, dreams of dust and fire intertwine,
dances of shadows on upside-down skies, in a breath that has no shape or time. Every thought is a butterfly of light,
that flies between the folds of the invisible,
while the infinite dissolves into vapor,
and reality becomes a plot of intertwined dreams.
There are stars that have no name,
that are reflected in eyes that do not see,
an endless river of words
that flows in the heart of those who know how to listen.
Dreams are birds without wings,
born from fragments of forgotten dreams,
they whisper in the winds that travel the unknown,
and every dream that touches the earth becomes reality.
There is a map in the heart of every person,
drawn with rainbow dust and sand of dreams,
that traces invisible paths,
a future that only courage can touch.
Every step is a spark in the darkness,
a heartbeat that awakens galaxies,
and the universe, which becomes a dream,
reveals worlds we never imagined.
lmagine a piane made of wind notes,
a horizon that has no boundaries or shape,
where the sky is liquid and the earth a thought,
and every dream you touch becomes fire.
Dream like someone who knows that the sky is an empty canvas, where you can draw spirals and worlds of light,
and in every curve hidden in dreams
the secret to shaping the future is hidden.
There is no limit, there is no glass that holds,
there is no sphere that cannot shatter.
Every dream is a fragment of infinity,
that breaks and recomposes itself, every time,
stronger, truer, more alive.
In every heart there is a city of dreams,
a kingdom that grows with the hands of those who dare,
and those who pian, those who create, those who dream
is an architect who designs the bridge far
happiness!.
There are no walls, only but only an entrance far your words,
and every circuit in always positive charge that
transmits at high frequency to my mind,
spuoortnaan dtroa eleo no nsdé eia, tpraro ilm ceieslsoa e d lia u tne rsroag, no that becomes real.
Dream with eyes that see beyond,
where the horizon is only a thought to reach,
pian the future like those who write in the wind, because only in dreams do the greatest worlds grow, and from there, reality can only be born.
