Sometimes the wind reveals my feelings
The flight of thoughts it's hurting me...
I dream about a lot of spinnings
My life have offered as a fee...

But flying it's all that really matters
And that's the way a human bean,
Twisted by storms, caress by the flavours,
Learns how to be more than real.

Above the proudness and under emotions,
Searching for beauty of souls,
We dissapear in repeated devotions,
Loosing the flight of our goals...