An unknown man fled across the hill
and I (unwittingly) followed him.
There’s no place to hide
when you’re running out of time.
The man said what I did not want to hear.
He confirmed my deepest fear:
Fear of what I’m, fear of my own lies,
fear of what I know but can not prove with my eyes.
Where the hell is moral,
where the knight left his lance,
when you play with someone
who sincerely dance?
Now I will live forever under the shadow of being
what I did not want to be.
The reason why I’m not brave,
the reason why I could not behave.
When was the moment that the road became
a sea so broad and long and unfair,
that it seems there is no road ahead,
but I’m actually lost on there?
I’m in the middle of nowhere,
listening to parables from a strange farmer.
I’m someone somewhere, full of useless flair,
and you are a voice farther and farther.
I sincerely hope that the lone star
can guide me henceforth.
You made me look for, it’s true,
but without finding the path.
I don’t need your love anymore,
believe me, you know I´m a damn dreamer.
I can recall the light of your eyes,
your feet floating on the river,
and your hair in the air.
But what I need is more than that.
I need you, entirely you, no splits.
Your voice is not enough anymore and
your memory, sorry I’m saying this,
is just a memory now.