You can look in the forest

For a secret field, for a golden arrow

For a prince to appear

For a fable of love that will last forever

You can look in the ruins

For a wishing well, for a magic apple

For a charioteer

For a fable of love that will carry you

To a moon on a hill, to a hidden stream

A lagoon and a red horizon dream

Silhouette set away from time forever

To a valley beyond the setting sun

Where waters shine and the horses run

Where there's a man who looks for you

But while you look, you are changing, turning

You're a well of wishes, you're a fallen apple

No, no

Love's a fake

Love's a fable

Just a painting on a ceiling

Just a children's fairy tale

Still you have to look

And look and look and look and look and look and look and look

For the eyes on a bridge in the pouring rain

Not the eyes but the part you can't explain

For the arms you could fall into forever

For the joy that you thought you'd never know

For here at last away you go

To a man who looks for you

Can you find in the world, in the wide wide world

That someone sees, that someone loves you?

Love, love

Love if you can, oh my Claro

Love if you can and be loved

May it last forever

Claro, the light in the piazza