LYRIC FOR SALE

By Sergio Innocenti

A timid sprout rises in the morning,

A tiny point that challenges fate.

Born from a branch that touches the sky,

Defenseless beneath a fragile veil.

The sap flows like a secret river.

How beautiful to hear the sounds of the forest

And be there to observe.

The summer sun burns my skin,

That which I need fails me,

I am weak but I resist.

The storm has its perils:

Thunder, lightning, wind, water...

But I am not afraid, I am strong.

I am young and my tree has good roots.

I have learned to dance to the rhythm

Of the wind and the rain.

The wind shakes me, wants to tear me away,

I do not let myself fall.

I am the green soul in the void,

A silent beat, an unknown journey.

From the bud that explodes to gold,

I sing of life in my brief choir.

Hanging by a sigh between clouds and mud,

I follow the rhythm of this tango.

The shadows lengthen, the blood is frost,

I stain myself with rust,

I welcome the shiver with sweetness.

The protective branch breaks,

The grip loosens, the bond goes away,

I fly light like magic.

I am the green soul in the void,

A silent beat, an unknown journey.

From the bud that explodes to gold,

I sing of life in my brief choir.

Hanging by a sigh between clouds and mud,

I follow the rhythm of this tango.

I alight on a bed of dew,

It carries me far and I do not know where.

My journey is not finished,

I will shout my silence to the world once more.

It was beautiful to live.

I am the green soul in the void,

A silent beat, an unknown journey.

From the bud that explodes to gold,

I sing of life in my brief choir.

Hanging by a sigh between clouds and mud,

I follow the rhythm of this tango.