Clepsydra - The Father lyrics

Think of me when the sun will burn away even the last of your dreams think of me when the moon will shine on the last of your defeats I remember in the shadow of poverty the pride of a young boy searching for the right ways running among dust and cries towards his way the same one that now belongs to you don‘t throw to the wind your story Give it the time to be Don‘t always turn back Every time you do it You loose an important part of you follow the instinct when it urges you towards new stories only give up when the game threatens your hole existence the roots you have inside are a small part of history i have lived, too and those little smiles a hundred years old are now part of you are now part of you are now part of you when the sky cries soaking the undergrowth of society real cradle of declared vices making it the slimiest ever men running away looking for cover as if they were afraid that it could melt their faces all the same of those too slow only remain stripes of blood which thinned by their own murderer slowly disappear in black holes of those too stupid only remain the footprints used as wedges under the doors to let the speedy ones through