Spring Day

I will dance and it will make
The world rise from the dead beneath my feet
I will weave the threads of sound
That will fall on my breast
When I finish my dance
When I finish my dance

And when the breaths will set the rhythm
My feet will worship the death of the floor
I will announce the birth of the king
Naked among the empty plates` splendour

The laughter will return
When the green walls reflect it
Broken glass can be useful
Wood can be burnt

I will dance and it will make
The world rise from the dead beneath my feet
I will weave the threads of sound

That will fall on my breast

When I finish my dance
When I finish my dance

The laughter will return
When the green walls reflect it
Broken glass can be useful
Wood can be burnt