Music is to look further and to lose oneself in itself. The light that is reborn is caught in reflections. Up, blue plains open up. Up, my thoughts go wild. And I realize that everything around me is mine. Music is the regular dance of all your sighs on me. The party of your eyes as soon as you smile at me. You, the sound of your lips. You, more and more, that harmony reached in two. I will listen to you because you are music for me. Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... I still hear the voices of the road where I went. My mother called me many times, but the cry of freedom was louder. And under the sun that ignites the curtains, the dusty runs of the children who no longer stop playing. I still hear them singing in dialect the rhymes of the years of rain on the roof. All this for me, this sweet arpeggio is music to remember. It's inside of me, it's part of me. It's inside of me, it's part of me. Music is... Music is... When you feel alone, you know that you can find a hand. Music is to preserve, to save together with you. Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is... Music is...