Not again on queen-king's knees
you can listen to "Flash" of Queen while reading

tap tara tap pata ata?
da da da ad da pa-tada!
sharp shadows crash...harps silently sound
out of sight i see
prisms of symphony
listen!
it's just your hiden smile
finally appearing in the sky
can you catch it?
i wont take it with my eyes
until the sounds stop rounding in this unshined side, so apart.

-you couldn't stop playing it, could you?
and the papers are set since the moment you appear on earth

-i wouldn't have been born here if that music wouldn't have been

clapping in your bed!
-like if you couldn't avoid it!-

it's ok now i'm here
i'd take advantage of this situation
changing the only thing left for me
-your music-
still beating in my head

i'll change it connecting those sounds with the ones of nature
i'll change it with the movements of bodies still trying to listen to u-n-con-n-e-c-t-e-d butterflies
we'll fly
you won't be able to catch us now
we'll fly until the sun is gone
we'll fly until we don't need to matter about until when again-most of the limits we believe in are not our choices, although we think they are-.

countries that shout for peace, let the butterflies be free!
they'll breath the airs of every dirty war,

they'll cry and shine over the cities beyond silence -but just for a while-
they'll live in the sounds of your eyes
they'll lick the wounds growing on the coloured smiles those children won't un-harp.

dance a RAP papa, for the children's eyes
sing a RAP papa, i'm sure you can
RAP the RAP papa and
"don't stop me now "
"everybody play the game of love!"
take the risk.