On The Road

Once again
I stand at the end of one of these paths
Covered with sandthat retains in its memory
Countless days
Full of warm sun rays and brimstones of iternal mystery.

I´m falling down onto the ground, dressed up in the abyss of agony.
I´m coming back in my own footsteps to find out the truth of my life.

At the time I was child, playing on the beach
With prince that name was Rhama.
At some distance in Slough and plangue,
With human´s hate we took the field.
A tower built of my own lives and I´m sauntering upstairs,
Immersed in nostalgic regrets, face to face with the truth.

Scream is coming through my mind
Scream like ancient voices,
As ancient as I am.

She laught me silently to scorn,
She´s forsaken me many times before, unfaithful bitch!
So hard to find her, so hard to take her in
Before I´ve found her graceful visage.

A finale step...
Embraces me from heaven...
... and flapped his wings.