Two or three angels around, always on guard
Butterflies with wings heavy with cinnamon
There's no reason for it to 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
Everyone can see that without you I drift on diesel
You have the keys to everything, to the Eiffel Tower
From up there you color the rainbow
That's why I call you "good news"

I hear the brass, the strings, the horns, the cellos
I see the world far, far beneath my ladders
Nature may make milk, honey
The great, the invaluable, the Essential
It's always better under your umbrella, good news

I was fighting like everyone else
To leave the deep shadows
Of tunnels
In the great obstacle race
I was waiting for you like a miracle, a Christmas
My lucky day came
Neither late, nor early
Punctual
When you lit up your smile
I could finally hear myself say
"Life gives me what I expect from it"
"Life gives me what I expect from it"

And like that
So I would be the guy with eyes full of sparks
The one who knows all your Rimmel colors
Every time our fingers intertwine
Do you feel the clouds at your soles?
What if it was eternal?

In some time, in a few carousel rounds
When I write you love words pepper and salt
There's no reason for it to be confidential
I will say as every time I call you
"Life gives me what I expect from it"
"Life gives me what I expect from it"
"Life gives me what I expect from it, good news"
Good news

I was fighting like everyone else

In the great obstacle race

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