Two or three angels around

Always as sentinels,

Butterflies with heavy wings

Of cinnamon,

There’s no reason it should be confidential

Every time I see you, every time I call you,

Life gives me what I expect from it.

 

In every bar, every street corner

Every chapel,

Everybody sees that without you

I drift in diesel;

You, you have the keys of everything, of the Eiffel Tower,

It’s from up there that you color the rainbow,

This is why I call you “Good news”.

 

I hear the brass, strings, horns,

Cellos,

I see the world far, faraway,

Under my ladders,

Nature may produce milk and honey,

The big, the inestimable, the main part,

It is always better under your umbrella,

Good news.

 

I fought as everybody

To leave my deep shadows

Tunnels;

In the big jump race,

I was waiting for you as a miracle,

One Christmas.

My lucky day came,

Neither late nor early,

Punctual;

When you’ve turned on your smile,

I was finally able to hear:

Life gives me what I expect from it…

Life gives me what I expect from it …

 

So, it would be me the guy with eyes

Full of sparks,

The one who knows all your mascara colors?

Every time our fingers entangle,

Do you feel the clouds at your soles?

And what if it was eternal?

 

In a few times, in a few runs

Of carousel,

When I shall write you words of love

Salt-and-pepper,

There’s no reason it should be confidential

I shall say as every time I call you,

Life gives me what I expect from it…

Life gives me what I expect from it…

 

…

 

Good news

Good news

 

I would fight as everybody…

At the big jump race…