On The Way – Michel Montecrossa

I guess it’s no strange thing for you to realise:
My world is no place of borders but the paradise.

All the strange confusions are no easy game,
and fake-intrusions are no excuse, are no scene, are no scene, are no scene.

I’m never in the trouble not to see the truth.
I know I’m on the way of the living you.

O yes, you are a girl of beauty, calm and sweet delight,
you come and go with time flashing like a bride, flashin’ like a bride, flashin‘ like a bride.

And all the sweet marvels and all the sweet attractions
are pointing out the way towards seeing your reflection.

And all the sweet marvels and all the sweet attractions
are pointing out the way to your satisfaction, to your satisfaction, to your satisfaction.