They walk under a fine rain
With no purpose, no discipline
To get lost then return to the roots
To find the original settings

One who seeks to please, for the other it's the factory
One who evaporates and the other who revives him
The old dream, they imagine
To find the original settings

They have broken the distance
They wanted to smile
To have elegance
They have broken the silence
They wanted to smile
With a bit of luck

They walk under a fine rain
With no purpose, no discipline
To get lost then return to the roots
To find the original settings

What is it, that flows from the retina when they sing?
And if we went for a walk on the hill?
They dream, they imagine
To find the original settings

They have broken the distance
They wanted to smile
To have elegance
They have broken the silence
They wanted to smile
With a bit of luck

They have broken the distance
They wanted to smile
To have elegance
They have broken the silence
They wanted to smile
With a bit of luck

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