Waiting for the sunset
we ride
wild steeds
black like death
quick like lighting
Far from people
pround and conce it
we run between
trees of the black forest
of the living forest
Between echos of sounds and missing voices
Between echos of sounds and missing voices
Between echos of sounds and missing voices
We don't have to
justify them
we don't have to give
useless explications
We are able to cross
no return streets
the streets of the sunset
Waiting for the sunset
fall of the light
death of the sun
funeral in happyness
sunset of the
human kind
our life
is out of time
Our looks
under moon
and torches
lighted around
waiting for the sunset
of the human kind
Fall of useless
End of nothing
