Looking for you on the streets of the dreams
In the dungeons of the shadows of green
I can see your trace on distant hills
But midnight comes and you always leave
In the wild and crazy sprint of clocks.
I have seen again your nimble trace
You dissolved into the forest shades
And you turned into the sunlight rays
Your father rules upon the miracles
He taught you how to fly and chant
Your mother is an alien from space
She doesn't know the meaning of death.
