Yo, I feel the same way about Zumthor's Therme in Vals.
*Loose Translation into English
Refrain
We give you wings and take you into the air, from the confusing little real world, fill of beautiful colours. There are so many clear paths in these fable from many existing worlds.
Imagine if you had the gift, to create your own magic in the world where everything can transform itself. It would be like in a matrix. You could write your own script and be sure that it will be fantastic. I imagine what that would be for a country. Without pollution, without sadness, certainly without a single war. Wealth would be distributed fairly and every time you do not like something, I would make small change. The moon appears at the request twice in the sky. Once a half and the full moon as it would appear accompanied by the wind that heralds the new songs and promises that it will once again be a pleasant day. The imagination has no boarders, so all should come with us on the trip. We call each of you to, come with us, come with us.
Refrain We give you wings and take you into the air, from the confusing little real world, fill of beautiful colours. There are so many clear paths in these fable from many existing worlds.
I dance with the angels and get up with my protector. I hear flowing melodies of a flute. Notes flying all around as big as trees and we met while walking through the landscape, different things, elegant figures with extravagant things caricatures typical of the hour of ideas that appear to each of us and spread as a reflection in our head.
It’s nice to see so images in pictures, perceive as beautiful. Those that have been painted in full of all the colours but not in black. Just do what you like, that’s the secret. Dreams are such spiritual refreshments for me, so real and yet so unreal when you wake up. They have beautiful moments that you keep. I see myself as a king in a castle. Surrounded by beautiful wreaths and a cap around my shoulders. And now I’ll tell you…
Refrain
We give you wings and take you into the air, from the confusing little real world, fill of beautiful colours. There are so many clear paths in these fable from many existing worlds.
I call crows and snakes, worms and cows to reach, take female and male and travel through the landscape. I raise all with me into the air, everything with me to the top of the warm wind of the world that is dreamed. You will be missing out, if you do not dare.
Who would not like to stretch out there arms to get up and feel the wind in your face. Dreams that move a lot, consist of a Hallelujah, fatigue and a mattress. Do not let the smoke dent what you want to dream and end in a fucking mystery. A dream comes and goes. It just depends on what the content means to us. Can part of our dream finally be realized? Excuses kill our clear goals fasten than we can withdraw our imaginary world.
Refrain
We give you wings and take you into the air, from the confusing little real world, fill of beautiful colours. There are so many clear paths in these fable from many existing worlds.
