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' splendor
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
