Sleepless night of the green land,
take me with you in your journey.
Present me with a dream,
show me in your hand.

Just don't let me see,
and be aware,
that when the day comes...
You are not there.

Thinking to remember, timing in the Sun.
Empty room, void space.
Shining books, colourfull expell.
No run, no face, no sound, no bell.

Talking to myself, shouting to the Moon.
Miserable darkness, heard in the distance.
Mistaken scenery, sky light, star of my eyes.
Say soon, say glance, say only... It's lies.

From the hightest mountain to the lowest valley,
I pursued my shadows like a narrow alley.

Followed the path, cristal river, into the forrest.
Run around the blue lake, where the flower.
Crossed the desert, through the dune, into the bower.
Found myself at the openned ocean and still no rest.

To finally face, in the darkness of my thought,
only inside, there was nothing but nought.

Look at the water, lighted reflection.
Look at the sky, invisible colour.
Look at the rain, falling dolour.
Look at the floor, endless correction.

In your eyes, the price, in your day, the night.
So bright, so say, so nice... So dice...

It is said that when the night falls and the moon rise,
when the wind blows cold and the light just lies,
when the hearing, deaf as it sounds, not for your ear,
when the shadows, hidden in the light, may disappear.

It is said that when the only look is your sight and the only feel is your heart.
It is said, it is your heart...