Sometimes it happens that I'm nothing but a statue

In which there is sensation stirring

Crying for recognition

Pleading for motion

The lights begins to change their colors in the moonlight

And they form a creation on the lake

And where can I be seen

The lights begin to lose their colors in the moonlight

And I try to give the day another name

To write it down and yearn for it again

But the concentrated frustration breaks into a passionate confirmation

Vanished is my wish to find you

Remorse that leads me to the start

The horizon shows me the end

And I am yet in the middle

The sensation cries for rebirth

Die in my arms

And I look back

And I see nothing... but me