Here's a rough translation (consider it a Christmas present from me to you haha):
"Wandering Sky"
Opening my eyes, the morning
Immediately fills me with pain
But sometimes I don't feel anything
Or just the vivid feeling
Of not being from here...
And so I like to contemplate the sky,
To have the impression of flying
Between the clouds that pass and then erase themselves
In the blue of an endless sea.
Here's a rough translation (consider it a Christmas present from me to you haha):
"Wandering Sky"
Opening my eyes, the morning Immediately fills me with pain But sometimes I don't feel anything Or just the vivid feeling Of not being from here...
And so I like to contemplate the sky, To have the impression of flying Between the clouds that pass and then erase themselves In the blue of an endless sea.