The blue bridge


Through the blue bridge I will pass to the other side of the world,
and I will listen to the voices that come from far away.
The wishes are crossed on the blue bridge,
looking in the eyes for the southern star.
The words fell like raindrops on the ground.

The thought went through the blue bridge to the clouds,
It was then the land that came back.
The wishes are crossed on the blue bridge,
looking in the eyes for the southern star.
The words fell like raindrops on the ground.

By the blue bridge some day you and I will see each other,
by the same path that goes from white to black.
The wishes are crossed on the blue bridge,
looking in the eyes for the southern star.
The words fell like raindrops on the ground.

On the blue bridge.

The wishes are crossed on the blue bridge,
looking in the eyes for the southern star.
The words fell like raindrops on the ground.


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