In all my life I have just dreamed,
To create a new machine,
And with this dream machine of mine,
That foresees the future's eye,
To create a passage way,
For the light to pass, for the knowledge, for the day.
What was once a simple thought,
In the deep the time forgot,
The creation of our soul,
The reviving of the world.
And now when I ‘m at home,
Where is your heart, where is you soul,
When you're surrounded by a hall,
Why are you now so cold?
Why are you thinking like a doll?
And with this nothing that you embrace
What is this hateful face?
What is this thought that you now make?
What is this dream that you create?
What is this light we all now seek?
May it be another trick?
It's so ironic I can say,
When you close your eyes to dream away,
And nothing starts and you just wait,
For the coming of another day.
Lives are week and strong,
But the thoughts that you have found
Are for those that have believe
A single faith, a leaf…
In the dark behind the shadows,
In the day in front of light,
All our forces will combined,
To create the perfect time.
