Two hands were laughing one to the other,
They had a common story called by humans: Love.
The birds were building nests into the girls' hair,
And the lights were screaming through the night;
Just men were working to build a smile,
On the face of Earth,
When watches and clocks were singing a dream,
Only flowers were still awake.
Was it a dream of a smile, of a love or of a flower?
Certainely it was a day when a hand
Was laughing to an other hand,
When love was just there, behind.