It almost feels like I can't breathe

It almost feels like I shouldn't be here

I want to sit on your porch once more

Laying in the dark, not a single word

Utopia, utopia

Where the tides are high and the skies, the skies are blue

Where the trees are green and nobody hides

Where the tides are high and the skies, the skies are blue

Where the trees are green and nobody hides

I want to sit on your bed once more

Talking about our lives, scratching your tiny head

I want to bathe in your waters again

Not a worry in the world, not a single word

Utopia, utopia

Where the tides are high and the skies, the skies are blue

Where the trees are green and nobody hides

Where the tides are high and the skies, the skies are blue

Where the trees are green and nobody hides

Would you know my face, if I saw you again?

Would you hold my hand, if you saw me in tears?

Human is the longing for a home

Human is the craving for warmth

I will never be home again

I will never cry the same

Utopia, utopia

Tutto ciò che non si dice

Che é taciuto negli sguardi

Quelle piccole parole

Il silenzio fra le note

Portano il peso del poeta

Della lira, della cetra

Della carta, della penna

Della falce e del pianeta

Sulle spalle portan sole

Tutte le anime, quelle sole

Li abbiamo già sfiatati tutti

Quei respiri senza odore

Tu ricordati per sempre che una volta stavam bene

Anche quando sarai altro

Anche quando sarai di un altro