Burned by the passing hours
Ectatic we observe our surroundings
while time passes in the hourglass
Unstoppable time brings us away
Takes apart and reunites us at his own will
Not caring of our desires
Insensible to our efforts
Rustling grains follow one another
Passing through the only passage
Able of taking them from now to then
Then crowd like fishes in a cage
Unstoppable time brings us away
Takes apart and reunites us at his own will
Not caring of our desires
Insensible to our efforts
Painfully we climb the dune
And through the glass we observe
The moving of real life
Unable of being more than watchers
Of a life that lives us
Instead of being lived
Unable of giving us direction
We follow the stream
Sliding softly
Unable to react
Or not caring at all
Satisfied of being unsatisfied
We wait in motionless soul
The fall... of the last grain
