Between the note and the sound

Between the note and the sound
of the word that is sung,
each time I try to give you
the thickness of all my life.

What shall I say about water
that water hasn't told me?

Ah.

Well impregnated with solitude,
my song wants to be plural;
with the perfume of the world of others
the songs come home.

What shall I say about fire
that fire hasn't told me?

Ah.

Between tactics and strategies,
many nuclear arms
are spreading over the planet,
and they tell us they're for peace.

What shall I say about the earth
that the earth hasn't told me?

Ah.

This I that I am,
this you that you are,
together could be us,
I naively believe.

What shall I say about the air
that the air hasn't told me?

Ah.