I don't see a miracle, shining from the sky.
I'm not good at statues and stories, I try.
That's not what I think about.
That's not what I see.
I know what the sunlight can be.
The light, the light in the piazza.
Tiny sweet, and then it grows, and then it fills the air.
Who knows what you call it.
I don't care!
Out of somewhere I have something I have never had.
And sad, is happy.
That's all I see.
The light in the piazza.
The light in the piazza!
It's rushing up.
It's pouring up.
It's flying through the air.
All through the air.
Who knows what you call it.
But it's there!
it is there!
All I see is all I want is tearing from inside.
I see it!!
Now I see it!!
It's everything and everywhere..
Fabrizio...
The light in the piazza.
My love.