The smallness of the sky
And the fire-red sea
Describes your silver eye
His color isn't a mystery

As we walk in the street
At the sound of birds
In the silence of the night
A big bomb explodes

CHORUS
It's called imagination
And with her ​​all we can do
It's called imagination
Inside my mind, the dream is you!

The imagination
That makes the creation
Becomes a song
What we do when all we do goes wrong?