In spring my eyes go crazy in the streets
When the heavy trees of sorrow explode light green
When the blackbirds start to give in gold
My eyes are stumbeling the streets

In the midle of the city flow
My eyes grasp the sudden scent
of these roses come and go
out of the grey cliff of winter

Like two drunken sailors my eyes
Walking from one marvelous ship to the other
Chasing their longing for home
Getting more and more drunk

O Guarda Guarda - inprison my eyes of spring
Please! Give them some peace of mind!