IN THE COLOR OF AUTUMN DAYS
SILENCE FLOATS ABOVE ME
WATER SLIDES ARE DESERTED
AND THE CASTLE AWAITS ITS KNIGHTS

DON’T YOU KNOW THAT I GO BACK ?
DON’T YOU KNOW, SOMETIMES…
WHEN THE MELANCHOLY’S WATCHING ME

IN THE SQUARE OF THE MOON
I BREATHE YOU
YOU’RE SO CLOSE TO ME
SITTING ON THE BENCH
I SEE YOUR SWEET SMILE
SHINE THROUGH THE FOG
YOUR LAUGHTER, YOUR TEARS
IT WAS YESTERDAY
IN THE SQURE OF THE MOON
YOU BECAME A LITTLE MAN

DON’T YOU KNOW THAT I GO BACK ?
DON’T YOU KNOW, IT’S THERE THAT I FIND YOU
MY LOVE

IN THE COLOR OF WINTER DAYS
IN THE SQURE OF THE MOON
HORSES OF THE CAROUSEL
CONTINUE TO TURN BUT…
THE SEASONS ARE NO LONGER
THE SAME COLOR