Forty days.. I was lost in the valley of dark What was coming was winter - no place for a spark I was thinking: I'm going to bed for some sleep But I walked through that dream finding nothing to keep..
Wind has brought me the meaning of final replies I am hiding from hundreds of invisible eyes I am lying delirious, embracing asphalt And instead of the violin I hear an alto..
I dissolve like ice in the waters of spring I’m forgetting myself: it’s about priceless things.. Eyes that follow the magic of digital streams Where love is a flashback from somebody's dreams..
Feeling torn between lolling about like a toy And feeding the game with a counterfeit joy I am keeping the secret that comes from above - I am dying, I’m reborn, awaiting for love..