While like a giant
- proud and happy
I take my baby in my arms
Fragile, innocent and alive
And like a little bird he's
Pushing against my chest
Abandoned quiet and safe
For an instant almost sweetly
My destiny appears to me like a dream

And I see myself,
old and surrendered,
Seated there near the coalfire
Waiting for the evening
with the anxiety of a child,
Just to see him coming back home
With the gift of his smile
Of his words and kindness
It's like a promise
that can solve the enormous joy
Of one of his caresses.

Then I wake up
and I've already forgotten
But inside of me
the kid's trapped soul advises me
That this new born child is already more important to me
Than that of my own life.

L 'Incontro by Andrea Bocelli