Among golden meadows I lay.
I see above hundreds of clouds.
"So white, so pure", I say.
Would you like to take one, dear?
Say which one you prefer aloud,
it can clean your soul out.
The whitish meadow wants you human.
God wants you happier, I swear.
Choose one. They're everywhere.
Don't be afraid to be greater.
Time runs, don't let it for later.
I know clouds will lift you up.
Come with me, dear, raise your cup.
Victory's nearer than you think.
C'mon, take your golden drink!
If oceans modify the world,
why don't you, that come from them?
Look at you, full of galactic gems.
Make feel proud the heavenly Lord.
