Where have you been?
I returned to the river,
I returned to the mountains.
I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged to wed every object and creature,
and when they accepted, then I knew my soul
—every soul—then i knew,
the souls are drawn from the oceans of silence.

When one door opens, another closes.
this is the eternity's circle,
mistakes belongs to us, but not all,  
the fate mapped out for us to follow,
but does not define our choices,  
beings of necessity and randomness,
we're rattling over the abyss
in the vicinity of dying stars

After time,
people will say,
in those years,  
we lost the meaning of we,
we lost the sense of universality
found ourselves prisoners into ego,
in a long soliloquy
and the infinite life reduced to i,  
war inside us,
we fight inside us,
the birds of prey scream
and their beaks hurt us
but through the fog, the stars,
the makers of wandering dream
with their accumulated wisdom
they're sending us a mutiny message
go on and on the tragic crossing
the owl flies at night.

Dawn meet the light,  
and the twillight the moon
all are mirages
on labyrinth of mind,
ever since time waking.
Do you think that our existence
makes any difference
to this vast universe?
Did we just happen
or were we meant to happen?
In the universal scheme of things,
we stand nowhere.
We may manage to survive in it,
but we have no control upon it,
except in the little space and time
that we create for ourselves.
We are little possibilities
in the endless probabilities of the universe.

Τhat sad hour when walked down the shadow,
i noticed a starlight mark and i followed it,
far away, to where another world begins,
between everywhere and nowhere,
there i met the circle of infinity,  
where bird and man were one and the same.

We know so little,
so little, almost nothing
and this is only truth,
when and from where?
from the fissure of infinity
and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters
we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow
and it call us,
but the call still is not heard,
nor does the caller reveal his face,
and people voicelessly love and die,
because the truth dosen't speak,
but dance in the harmony of unity.

Beggars,  
our place is placeless,
traces of the traceless,
beggars, made of immortal light,
we search the lyric grace of silent music,
the hidden harmony of stars,
we come on life to signal the end of darkness,
love, this great pull in us to connect