It's a country
Where colors are queens
Where pains are my sorrow
Happiness is my refrain
It's a land
That cries, screams, wanders
That crosses the deserts
The seas, the universes
It's a planet
Untamed and secret
Where the workings are played out
Of our wild moods

He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose
He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose

He is the magical scene
From tragic to comic
Where all the flames are played
Of the notes of the scale
He is the great theater
Of secret acrobats
Where pirates capsize
From too large frigates
It's my most beautiful luggage
He doesn't know any age
It's the great traveler
The heart

He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose
He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose

I will never know its mysteries
I will never cross its borders
I will never know its mysteries
I will never cross its borders

He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose
He is the one we don't see
We don't hear, who speaks softly
But who leads your steps, your feet, oh, by the tip of his nose

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