Per fenestras specto videns quid
Cumque volo ut in fantasia

Nam lumen mentis caret fine en me
Volo libere
Permota carmine

Una tu manu
Inopem elevasti me
Quos pingis colores
Eis non sunt clariores

Nunc claudenda sunt
Mihi vela fenestrarum


When I look through my windows I see
What I want to, like in my fantasy

Imagination has no limits, you see
I float and it’s free
Every note touches me

You lift me up
With one hand and I can’t resist
The colours that you paint
Brighter than I ever saw

But now, it’s time to close
The curtains of
My clear windows