| Time, my brother; |
| time, my enemy
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| My sound space; |
| space my defeat
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| From your coming and going, what profit comes to life?
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| With a light step you cross borders
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| Climb and descend the mountains that divide the country
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| The boat goes on the sea, breaks the water with the bow
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| Like greyhounds the swift and flowing waves flow
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| If I could turn you into a bird and fly away ...
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| Ask the hawk for the wing to see better from the sky
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| Fly away, get up on hunger and thirst
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| But will you escape the trap you hide inside?
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| Time, my brother; |
| time, my enemy
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| My sound space; |
| space my defeat
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| From your coming and going, what profit comes to life?
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| From scattered distances rain comes upon us
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| Advance slowly
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| Conquering the heart of the universe
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| Gradually, with your eyes open, the wind in your hair
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| Don't put your dreams up for auction
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| Do not rent your soul
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| Stand up and raise the shield of pride
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| With a royal hand he harnesses desires
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| Raise the pain over defeats and triumphs
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| Above us the starry sky shines
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| That runs non-stop
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| Time, my brother; |
| time, my enemy
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| My sound space; |
| space my defeat
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| From your coming and going, what profit comes to life?
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| Existence is a struggle, yet you want life
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| Reduced to look for you in every time and in every place
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| Distances have cut ties and promises
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| You want to untie the knot of mystery and come to nothing
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| Disappear after the race wrapped in the night
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| Crying the pain of your days; |
| look for the intertwining
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| That weaves the threads of hope. |
| In the heart of the sea
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| You want to grab the wind with your hand
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| Time, my brother; |
| time, my enemy
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| My sound space; |
| space my defeat
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| From your coming and going, what profit comes to life?
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| Where did we come from you ask and where are we going;
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| In your voice is the voice of space
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| If your path had a goal if it made sense
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| Dancing in the trampled air
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| Singing in the vast universe
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| Heaven would you take with its coming and going
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| The land embroidered with perfumes, the hidden light
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| In the womb of the night. |
| If you want to watch the sunrise
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| Don't let the night fall asleep
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| (In the heart of the cosmos you will have a haven of peace)
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| Time, my brother; |
| time, my enemy
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| My sound space; |
| space my defeat
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| From your coming and going, what profit comes to life? |