The door, the moon and the rain turn
Along around me, moon and stars among strangers
What will they think? Where will they go?
The cold night makes me question.
Where am I going? Always on the same question.
Pink lights in the field, hours to go
master a place, a place.
I haven't found yet but here I go,
brave and down, down, hesitation
I dare to create illusions in this placeless world. Total darkness.
Endless thoughts get where you need
to get on this cold night, waiting is essential Where are we who do not believe going? Where do those of us who trust in something end up?
Thoughts that come and go, on do they go?
Through the roots of introspection, freezing the loving for understanding.
The roll of coffee, the night is dark
Sounds without silence, the cold without stopping.
I need to arrive, and cover myself with heat Far away now I am, stormy wind
Impatient for the night where.
I will find my freedom.
