One day the sun was
above my head,
and it had pointed
a way in my path,
that had flowers,
it had trees, it had colors
I still remeber
that smell,
feeling the wind
on my face,
sowing some dreams,
see them grow...
Become hot like a fire
or icy like snow
But only God knows...
And Now I pray... For destiny to end...
And my life... To see some hope again...
In every turn I feel,
you've caught me...
To see that you have all your
life... Written down in a paper...
And that someone is reading...
Nothing can be done or be
changed...
All your dreams... Vanish away...
And doesn't matter if you are
hopefull... Am I a dreamsower?
All I've ever wanted to have
was a good luck, a good fortune
But I saw them drip
off my hands...
Am I a dreamsower?
But before you sink
and start crying,
remember you
still have a
destiny...
