Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams But my hands But my legs But my heart Doesn't want My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point And my heart... My heart? I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.