The wolf is on his way
To get out of the woods
To climb over the mountains
And sing under the moon
This gentle breeze on my face
Listening to the chants of waves
The sound of the wind in the branches
Reconeccts me to the ancients and angels
What is there beyond these stars?
Why does the moon have all these scars?
The sea reflects your Holy shines
What secrets do you hold inside?
We are a grain of sand In an infinite universe
I'm curious to know where are headed
All the good souls that always go first
Trhough the rain
Through the storm
I keep on wanderin' all alone
What is there beyond these stars?
Why does the moon have all these scars?
The sea reflects your Holy shines
What secrets do you hold inside?
