A child
It gives you a dream
It brings it to its lips
And it leaves singing
A child
With a little luck
It hears the silence
And it cries diamonds
And it laughs
Not knowing what to do with it
And it cries
Seeing us cry
It falls asleep
Gold under the eyelids
And it sleeps
To make us dream better
A child
He listens to the blackbird
Who places his pearls
On the reach of the wind
A child
He is the last poet
Of a world that persists
in wanting to become great
And that asks
If the clouds have wings
It worries
A falling snow
And it falls asleep
Gold under the eyelids
br/>And this is obvious
That there is no longer a fairy
But a child
And we are fleeing childhood
A child
And here we are passing
A child
And here we are, patience
A child
And here we are passing

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