[Verse 1] The eyes watch the hands, The hands shape the bread The blessed bread of today, The kneaded bread of tomorrow. The eyes admire the rose, The heart cradles itself in prose. The poet's scarlet rose, The frail rose getting ready, Oh beautiful rose, you are preparing... [Chorus] Look at the world with the eyes of the soul, When the light flickers and the flame goes out. Between the heart that dreams and the reason that lies, The soul keeps the memory of every moment. [Verse 2] The eyes answer the heart, The heart pours out its candor. Sweet candor of a blooming summer, Candor of a heart drunk and in love. The eyes observe reason, Reason cradles itself in illusions. Illusions of a blooming spring, Illusions of a sad, withered summer. [Chorus 2] Look at the world with the eyes of the soul, When the light flickers and the flame goes out. Between the heart that dreams and the reason that lies, The soul keeps the memory of every moment. [Verse 3] The eyes are the gateway of light, The eager or overly reckless heart Rushes to the edge of the precipice. The cold and lucid mind bars its way, The vexed mind puts its foot in the stirrup And abruptly cuts the ground from under its feet. The eyes look at life in color, The heart demands its share of happiness, Reason demands its share of darkness. The betrayed heart swears, hand on heart, That it won't be caught again. Cross my heart, speak of it no more! [Bridge] The wounded and bruised soul has gone away, The poet's pretty rose has faded. The heart surrendered to reason, The eyes no longer look at the horizon... [Chorus 3] Look at the world with the eyes of the soul, When the light flickers and the flame goes out. Between the heart that dreams and the reason that lies, The soul keeps the memory of every moment. [Outro] The eyes no longer watch the hands, The hands no longer shape the bread. The nourishing bread of yesterday, The kneaded bread of days gone by... (The piano lets the last note resonate into complete silence)
