The air took my name, |
The clock tower resounds,
gray hairs are on...
Darkness arrives
at the soliloquy iced...
When the sand is rustling its grain
through feet that dance a drink...
Walks the rain with the age
breathing the air of earth...
Walks the rain with the age
breathing the air of earth...
Who's that man walking
heavily on the ground...
There's when blind crashes against
towers and blading lovers...
When the sand is rustling its grain
through feet that dance a drink...
Looking the days aside,
just feeling a miracle...