The shadow behind me tears off, in that time I escape
Without noticing even the fallen flowers I jump
At the street corner a sweet smell drifts
From far beyond
As if it was a cry I heard before somewhere
Riding on faint hopes carried by the night wind
How far can we go?
As if refusing that the world shakes
Taking everything away
If it was a dream we woke, but we
Have done nothing yet
Advance!
As if detached from my midday lethargy, I float
As if overlooking the clouds forming, I fly
At the street corner the smell of blood drifts
From far beyond
As if it was a cry I heard before somewhere
Flowing viscously, deeply the red
Moon appears; a rejected shade
I want to break out of these stagnant days
Looking innocent, as if they will never end
Riding on faint hopes carried by the night wind
How far can we go?
As if refusing that the world shakes
Taking everything away
If it was a dream we woke, but we
Have done nothing yet
Advance!