The night...to go moments...season like a tree...in autumn like a ship...in the sea but I did not find the shore. Enough, my feet grew tired from walking only ... my voice became silent I am returning now a different man I sing therefore I exist (x2) In my two hands I gathered strength so I will not slip for nothing I want to forget everything from the day that I am returning. I am travelling in paths and inside me my soul is loud and in silence my voice splits rises from within the spirit.