We came back to the place 
Where it all began 
Not a flower on the soil 
Nor any living bird around 

We came back to this world 
Made of ashes, steam and fire 
Right before life was born 
Volcano, stream of gold 

Sitting in the quiet, //There, on top of the world, 
Looking at the top, //No place for any wasted thought 
Changing all the thoughts //There, on top of the world, 
we always got //No place for any broken dream 

We came back to the place 
Where it all began 
Not a flower on the soil 
Nor any living bird around 

We came back to this world 
Made of ashes, steam and fire 
Right before life was born 
Volcano, stream of gold