Memories of an old tranquillity, when the land was of immensity, but the visions betrayed me and now black is the reality.
I'm the man who sails the cosmic seas searching for my lost shredded Soul, the treasure of my forgotten years and the ruins of an innocent existence.
On the shore of the old centuries, with the grey waters at my foot winds of deceit call my name, and the red horizons await me.
I crawl upon the uncertain destiny, a gathering of tears and laughs, no will to try again, voices of anguish and frustration are with me.
And there's no peace or joy to be, my spiritual loneliness is the journey, I dream alone of what I've been and realize all my waste of life.
Now I wonder about my search forever I shall cry and I will fall again and again...
