Here we go from where we come from ...

We started from where we started ...
This is an old ship ...
Brings us back to our old ...
After we sailed for many years ....
We look for our scattered ...
Now time is stealing us again ....
And our hopes and dreams ...
To throw it on the beach of illusion ...
Nude ...
Crushed ...
Defeated to dare to stand ...
Fear of pirates of hope ...
So we built on them a spider of darkness ...
Black thread ...
My hope came closer to me ...
Which I see in your eyes ...
To break my black thread ...
And opens the door of dawn again ....
Go with me ...
Kalnwars ...
And accompany me to the lifeboat ...
And fly around to protect my dreams ...
From loss ...
If this was a dream ...
Please leave me dreaming ...
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The barrier of silence