I am the breeze along a blue horizon as for you, you're just a child praying by a pale rainbow fading so silently
I am the echo of colour and shape, a multi-coloured painting as for you, you're just a random number on the wall of camouflages a lonely ghost of the past a pale memory in a frame composed of lies
You're a name in the sand but the waves washed it away as for myself, I have to water the martyrs' flowers
You're just a note in the book of life as for myself, I leave a footprint on the beach of eternity
Sometimes when all the offences apparently fade I retreat into my shell my cocoon
Sometimes when all the industrious enviers hitting the ground of superfluity I disclaim
Sometimes when all the abnormal beauty reminds me of what I am living for I pray
Sometimes when all the eternal moments collide I arise inhale a breeze of my enigma
Let the signs become clear clock's ticking it is time may the last message near