He used to cry when light was near
He used to blame the air sometimes
He looked behind,he had no fear,
But tell me you,was it the right?

Turn the pages, turn the stone,
Let the water slip away
Let the clouds follow their own
Could time take a better way?

The other speaks about his dream
Looking through the silent air
His eyes are drunk, he feels so ill
But still his soul remains the fair.

The spell is everywhere, so deep,
The freshness of the hue surrounds,
A colour fades and gives them creeps,
But other rises all around.

So strong, so pure it’s just illusion,
So far among the belated words
The being shudders of emotion
Like in the eyes of long lost lords.

An age of smoke, divine perfume
‘Cause even if those years are gone,
The body still calls out her name
And all their dreams to be alone…

It’s over now, it’s late and cold,
Moments of love passed them by,
But never mind, they must go on
They whisper softly as they cry…