There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
When there is sweetness, there is no place for sadness
Today there is a disco in the jungle, today we will dance
There are old photos in black and white on the table
There is a black and white bench in a park in Florence
Against the background of the city, there is a red car
There are many traces of people along the coastline
Dawn in the mountains, where there is both a forest and a lake