Last night some little eyes showed me a way.

As soon as we set off

I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted

with their secrets buried in time.


When night falls, new funny shapes are jumping out.

Many little eyes like faint tongues of flame are getting closer

and in the magic of the night, voices whisper new words.

By now, their language seems to be lost in time,

but I still have a hazy memory of their own voice sound.

Once I shyly tried to catch their faces

through the moon's melancholy beams;

those little creatures

whom have lost everything throughout time.

Last night they showed me a way which


I never noticed before.

It's a path hidden among the trees,

parallel to the way I'm passing through every morn.

It looks nobody knows such a road.

Hence, as soon as we set off,

I realized that I would have finally made myself acquainted

with their secrets buried in time.

The more I were getting far from the things I already knew,

the more I were feeling my senses' warmth reborn,

while contamination were clearly dying down making


room for a nearer and firmer pureness.

A disarming scenery

had been appearing (now) in front of my eyes,

filling my heart with tears and nostalgia.

That moment I started guessing

that even human beings might born there,

but nobody either knows or remember

what I'm talking about.

Anyway since that night I know

looking for the land of God it makes no sense, by now...


And down there, in this unreal town,

echoes of homesickness come back

so now loneliness covers every face with crying.

But these lost heroes are lying down on their memories

sometime are chained like only wonderful dreams can be.


In this last tale echoes of homesickness come back

so now, now loneliness, it covers every face.

But these lost sparks are lying down on their memories

sometime are chained like just wonderful dreams can be.