| Years were going like sand exposed to morning wind
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| Slowly hopes left place to dreams
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| Past and future all at once everything has gone
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| Take your time to say goodbye
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| To my life… In a single chance I try
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| To my fears… 'Cause I’ve seen' em day by day
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| Somewhere in my dreams I can see
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| Lying the colours of my world
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| Where my spirit sometimes falls
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| And I wonder if there’s a way to paint these walls
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| With the colours of my world living deep inside my soul?
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| All that world around me suffocated my will
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| In that grey I slowly chilled
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| There with nothing winding me sometimes I felt so old
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| Like a man who lived for too long
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| A hundred Years… I surrender to my fears
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| A thousand Years… Whish I could forget my tears
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| Somewhere in my dreams I can see
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| Lying the colours of my world
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| Where my spirit sometimes falls
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| And I wonder if there’s a way to paint these walls
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| With the colours of my world living deep inside my soul?
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| Now I’m here sitting in a corner of an empty room
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| With pearled eyes
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| In my mind the silence, immobility of a frozen gloom
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| In a stolen smile
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| Through the veils
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| Of human unconsciousness
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| Reside the nameless words we are not allowed to know
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| Would I break this veil?
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| That’s where my mind has gone
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| A trip with no return
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| Through the meaning of what we call… Life
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| …What we call… Life…
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| …What we call… Life…
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| …What we call… Life…
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| Somewhere in my dreams I can see
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| Lying the colours of my world
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| Where my spirit sometimes falls
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| And I wonder if there’s a way to paint these walls
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| With the colours of my world living deep inside my soul? |