Back to the own place
The forces are opening the gates
Land of promises and dreams
A real center, unreal between
You feel like a stranger
And almost touch the hell
And almost kiss the world Maker
And church, and church rings the bell
Long days of answers
For all questions and minds
I asked for people and cleaners
To wash away all the clouds
I'll brake the night
Pieces, pieces touch my hair
Suddenly I see the sight
Of our windy affair
The changes hang on my step
Even the air push on knees
Jokes of fortune are all that I get
Love is my necessity
Break the wall of memories
