There is a principle of magic
Among the obstacles of the heart
That willingly attaches itself
Between an evening that does not die
And a night to be discarded
Like a Christmas package
There is a principle of irony
In keeping pampered
The most secret thoughts
And finding them already revealed
And it was me who spoke
/>It is I who lent them
How many things you don't know about me
How many things you cannot know
How many things to bring on the journey together
There is a principle of joy
Among the obstacles of the heart
That I want to deserve
Even while I look at the sea
While I let it sink
A ridiculous thought
How many things that you know about me
How many things you can't know
How many things to bring on the journey together
How many things you don't know about me
How many things you have to deserve
How many things you throw ourselves into the journey together
There is a principle of energy
That pushes me to swing
Between my saying and my doing
And hearing makes noise
It makes noise walking
Among the obstacles of the heart
How many things you don't know about me
How many things you cannot know
How many things to bring on the journey together
How many things you don't know about me
How many things you don't want to know
How many things to throw away on the journey together