The floating of clouds, enchanting and slow,
Is the sweetest thing that life could make me.


And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember...


I'm trying to see something in them
And asking myself:

Is it just a stock phrase
Or does the last to finish win the race?


And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing
And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst.


I've some good stories to tell,
And I show my silver hair like a pea@@#!'s tail.


And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing

And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst