Port Of Notes - Unknown Language lyrics

In gray foreign square Unknown sounds, people talk And unknown man appear And hold out his hands to up Already I've been sleeping too long Already I've been too far, and too long He is traveler or clown or poet anyway He'll take me somewhere a place over misty gate Already the sun goes down to the night Already birds fly away to lower sky Already I've been sleeping too long Already I've been too far, and too long An golden waves, The colors of the breeze And feather dreams, These are what we talked