The guardian

I remember snow and all its stories
Now that the springtime is so full
While the guardian keeps his own glory
I am trying to find new useful tools

And there is no trace of fear on his eyes
Even if the shades and the tears from the sky
And he’s got no time as my fantasy
When the people cry I wonder what he thinks

I sink again into the springtime
Through the mountains and the grass
And the guardian is always there
Since my memory exists

I wonder once again the meaning
Of his inhabiting the roof
She always said he was our guardian
And I believe she had hot the proof

I know it’s not a simple story
That someone vainly goes on to account
There’s something sacred in his showing
His self in front the valley now

And there is no tongue could really tell the truth
But there is a world that lives outside our rules
And I feel a part of this mystery
When the people die I wonder what he thinks

I sink again into the springtime
Through the mountains and the grass
And the guardian is always there
Since my memory exists

I wonder once again the meaning
Of his inhabiting the roof
She always said he was our guardian
And I believe she had hot the proof