The joy of the soul
The joy of the soul
is measured by feelings.
Smiling, you float over the
forgetfulness lost in the twilight
of the evening
And you get down, shivering,
screaming in the valleys of silence!
Ah, how sweet is your soul
Where the bare leaves sprinkle,
The trees touch the
the serenity of the sky that
flows out towards us!
The grass caresses your cheeks
Burned by the arrows of the
golden sun that keeps shining
again and again!
The joy of the soul
is measured by moments
that make you dreams feel alive!