The Return

I found in a warm night those winged beings,

And their soft voices feed my anxious departure..

They understand it more than my own instinct

Inside me i shelter their ancient knowledge.

Look at your hands, see the face of the years

Today, immortality can´t hold me,

This is the sight, in the old man´s eyes.

They understand it more than my own instinct

They are not suprised that today i´m leaving their lands.

Look at your hands, see the face of the years

Look at your hands, they are the old man's hands.

Now i see in my hands the old man´s face

And close to my brothers i embrace a new dream...

Now i see in my hands the healing hands

And a new light reflects in my .

You have become the old man,

And we have become those winged beings

Now your hands uphold the lost land.

Now i see in my hands the old man´s face

And close to my brothers i embrace a new dream...

Now i see in my hands the healing hands

And a new light reflects in my .

Now you are the old man,

And we are the winged beings.

We see the rebirth of owr dream,

In a new beginning, in the lost town...

You have become the old man,

And we have become those winged beings

Now your hands uphold the lost land