You see, snow is falling The ways are hidden I'm ready to run away As if there's nothing to loose! All the poems are packed All the winds are harnessed. Could you run away with me As if today was the last? Golden dreams came true Now it's time to decide I fear if we stay for a while Spring will not come this time The words are all said The memories are gone What else can be holding us In this grey realm of stones? So saddle your cloud And never look back Leave coins and cristals here Drink the light of the moon. Golden dreams...