San Ton Ilio/Like The Sun

With my missing wings
I did not rise up high
I did not live large and intense
I did not yell at the stars

I did not fly to another land
I did not hear a screaming bird
speaking to me
in heavenly lairs

I need a new place to live
and I wish I could not look back again
To become like the sun
to come and to leave
To become like the sun
to come and to leave

I did not strike my harp
playing celestial melodies
I did not adjust my verse
to enchanted tunes

And I did not extract the juices
of fruits and opium
to create a unique
and dreamy composition

I need a new place to live
and I wish I could not look back again
To become like the sun
to come and to leave
To become like the sun
to come and to leave