The Angels Will Return To touch our soul, The joy He will be able to hold our hand Beyond the archipelagos, Seas without limits We'll go away Light as a hang glider For us, who never shout, That we are not looking for heroes That we are in the middle of the storm He will come back for us Blue and magic, The flash of an idea The love that goes to your head The Angels Will Return Between the warm sheets, You will love me As if it were an adventure We will play at deceiving ourselves The nightmares will vanish Smile at me Live and don't be afraid For us who never shout That we are not looking for heroes That we are in the middle of the storm He will come back for us Blue and magic The flash of an idea The desire not to say enough is enough Dreaming a little more I will dissolve the darkness Believe it or not Love will go to our heads. The Angels Will Return To touch our soul, The joy He will be able to hold our hand Beyond the archipelagos, Seas without limits We'll go away Light as a hang glider.
