The floating of clouds, enchanting and slow,

Is the sweetest thing that life could make me.


And with warm hands in my pockets,

I suddenly remember...


I'm trying to see something in them

And asking myself:

Is it just a stock phrase 

Or does the last to finish win the race?


And with warm hands in my pockets,

I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing

And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst.


I've some good stories to tell,

And I show my silver hair like a peacock's tail.


And with warm hands in my pockets,

I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing

And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst