| Don‘t touch‘em when they are sleeping | |
| they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
| don‘t try to understand them it is useless | |
| they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
| sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
| but | |
| they are just looking for something to be understood | |
| that will be of interest to anyone | |
| you will hear them crying at your doors | |
| let them in these are true tears | |
| the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
| when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
| created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
| eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
| to be understood | |
| another one is a special creature | |
| with his ambiguous beauty | |
| his power comes to the surface | |
| his power comes from survival | |
| of all he‘s the strongest | |
| of all he‘s the coolest | |
| due to the open wounds | |
| that life made to him | |
| the third one has a very strong body | |
| his strength is born | |
| from the daily fight | |
| for the food in the nest | |
| an this one is a very strong body | |
| the battle for food | |
| made him brave in his choice | |
| made him loud in his voice | |
| and next is the strangest | |
| he‘s the one who shouts for more | |
| he‘s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
| he doesn't feel smart | |
| but he feels very clumsy | |
| and he seems to seek the reason | |
| why he always feels alone | |
| the last one‘s the smallest | |
| but the rocky one | |
| when the game gets too heavy | |
| it takes the role of a referee | |
| of all he‘s the hardest | |
| of all he‘s the biggest | |
| and when the springtime comes | |
| fly away to build a new nest! | |
| they aren‘t still stars | |
| but five little birds | |
| when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
| from a young tree planted by my father | |
| in the garden |
| Don' t touch' em when they are sleeping | |
| they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
| don' t try to understand them it is useless | |
| they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
| sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
| but | |
| they are just looking for something to be understood | |
| that will be of interest to anyone | |
| you will hear them crying at your doors | |
| let them in these are true tears | |
| the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
| when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
| created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
| eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
| to be understood | |
| another one is a special creature | |
| with his ambiguous beauty | |
| his power comes to the surface | |
| his power comes from survival | |
| of all he' s the strongest | |
| of all he' s the coolest | |
| due to the open wounds | |
| that life made to him | |
| the third one has a very strong body | |
| his strength is born | |
| from the daily fight | |
| for the food in the nest | |
| an this one is a very strong body | |
| the battle for food | |
| made him brave in his choice | |
| made him loud in his voice | |
| and next is the strangest | |
| he' s the one who shouts for more | |
| he' s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
| he doesn' t feel smart | |
| but he feels very clumsy | |
| and he seems to seek the reason | |
| why he always feels alone | |
| the last one' s the smallest | |
| but the rocky one | |
| when the game gets too heavy | |
| it takes the role of a referee | |
| of all he' s the hardest | |
| of all he' s the biggest | |
| and when the springtime comes | |
| fly away to build a new nest! | |
| they aren' t still stars | |
| but five little birds | |
| when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
| from a young tree planted by my father | |
| in the garden |
| Don' t touch' em when they are sleeping | |
| they look defenseless but they defend themselves | |
| don' t try to understand them it is useless | |
| they are stars and like stars they are all different from all of you | |
| sometimes they look busy in thousands thoughts | |
| but | |
| they are just looking for something to be understood | |
| that will be of interest to anyone | |
| you will hear them crying at your doors | |
| let them in these are true tears | |
| the first one is weak his movements are wavy | |
| when he floats in the air in search of special shapes | |
| created by man, he becomes hungry and feeds himself | |
| eating his thoughts sometimes too clever to be | |
| to be understood | |
| another one is a special creature | |
| with his ambiguous beauty | |
| his power comes to the surface | |
| his power comes from survival | |
| of all he' s the strongest | |
| of all he' s the coolest | |
| due to the open wounds | |
| that life made to him | |
| the third one has a very strong body | |
| his strength is born | |
| from the daily fight | |
| for the food in the nest | |
| an this one is a very strong body | |
| the battle for food | |
| made him brave in his choice | |
| made him loud in his voice | |
| and next is the strangest | |
| he' s the one who shouts for more | |
| he' s the weakest of all and he never stays alone | |
| he doesn' t feel smart | |
| but he feels very clumsy | |
| and he seems to seek the reason | |
| why he always feels alone | |
| the last one' s the smallest | |
| but the rocky one | |
| when the game gets too heavy | |
| it takes the role of a referee | |
| of all he' s the hardest | |
| of all he' s the biggest | |
| and when the springtime comes | |
| fly away to build a new nest! | |
| they aren' t still stars | |
| but five little birds | |
| when they were eggs I already heard them cry | |
| from a young tree planted by my father | |
| in the garden |