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Sunrise, here comes the rider
bringing the call
beyond the bounds.
Keep the dance,
beneath the hole
drilled in the sky,
the ancient sky.
The fire shows
the way to go
towards the mind
that dreams us all.
I lose my soul.
The restless mind
that dreams us all.
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2. |
Words
04:30
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I need to close my eyes,
they really have to understand
a new world we speak with old words.
How much more time should we spend?
Go, go, beyond the river
go, go, I’ll never be alone,
cause again and again my home fell
even though your hand...
...got me out from the rubble,
I lost my name,
got me out me from the rubble,
to my own way.
Do we really need those words
to build again.
Do I really need those words
I’m not the same.
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3. |
Horses
03:37
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I can see the horses in my way
running from the rubble of these days
and/while broken stars fall onto to my head
from the sky that we all made.
I see the falling too, and the sky was so high...
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4. |
Reflections
05:03
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You can distort my guts with skilful hands.
You can place an abyss on each step I take.
You can poison the fonts from which I drink.
You can condense my thought into a stone.
You can blind my eyes that seek in every dawn.
You can steal my words and make me dumb.
You can destroy the few beliefs I got.
But the spring reverb will still be shaking my soul.
You can’t understand I could feed without guts.
You can’t understand I could walk without steps.
You can’t understand I could grow without fonts.
You can’t understand I could think without thoughts.
You can’t understand I could seek without eyes.
You can’t understand I could speak without words.
You can’t understand I could live without beliefs.
But the spring reverb will still be shaking my soul.
You can blind my eyes that seek in every dawn.
You can steal my words and make me dumb.
You can destroy the few beliefs I got.
But the spring reverb will still be shaking my soul.
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5. |
Runaways
04:09
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We’re doing our best,
running down the wrong way.
We gotta reach the established goal,
running down the wrong way.
Does anybody know the prize?
running down the wrong way.
Always waiting for a chance.
running down the wrong way.
You stumbled on the run,
the soil is clearing your gaze.
Everybody: a fuzzy trail,
a shade of fate.
We are the runaways.
The road-maker has no face,
running down the wrong way.
We will never know his name,
running down the wrong way.
He’s taken the place of a god,
running down the wrong way.
He solemnly watches the crowd,
running down the wrong way.
You stumbled on the run,
the soil is clearing your gaze.
everybody: a fuzzy trail,
a shade of fate.
We are the runaways.
My desire is out of me,
running down the wrong way,
running through its transience,
I’m a shade of fate.
We are the runaways.
With past and future in each hand
I lock on to your naked gaze,
withstanding its radiance,
a present-ray.
We were the runaways,
of the here and now.
We were the runaways,
face to face.
We were the runaways.
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6. |
Early Morning
04:54
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There is a move in the air
that's going towards the end.
We run away overnight,
but our time drained like sand.
A standstill in the line
that's going towards the end.
The unerring gaze in your eyes
that brings me to understand.
6:00 a.m. in the morning.
Day carries the ordinary,
but you walk the unknown.
The light awakened shows me
the last way of returning,
but you walk the unknown.
You know we’re running overnight
in the way to the unknown.
You know we’re running overnight,
but you walk the unknown.
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7. |
Convex Love
05:21
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Deoxidizing rays are coming from you.
I open the protective layer, my dear.
With your caress your passing through my skin
and every colours shake under my knees.
I really enjoy this bath of chemicals,
you embrace me from the invisible, my dear.
I’m waiting. When all my will has gone
I’ll be prepared to your love, my dear.
I’m getting high to see your face.
You’re leaving high your ultra-face.
You’re coming close, but I’m displaced.
Walking around this endless shore.
The endless shore of a convex love.
It’s our convex love.
It’s all we’ve got.
It’s our convex love.
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8. |
I-Flight
04:28
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Go deeper, go inside,
you know it’s true:
you’re running away from you.
Some people wait at night
that their dreams come true,
but nothing is without you.
Now we find in the line they took
something that will never
let us fly like Icarus, forever.
Now we find in the line they took
something that will never
let us flight to the sun, forever.
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9. |
New Field
04:58
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Deoxidizing rays are coming from you.
I open the protective layer, my dear.
With your caress your passing through my skin
and every colours shake under my knees.
I really enjoy this bath of chemicals,
you embrace me from the invisible, my dear.
I’m waiting. When all my will has gone
I’ll be prepared to your love, my dear.
I’m getting high to see your face.
You’re leaving high your ultra-face.
You’re coming close, but I’m displaced.
Walking around this endless shore.
The endless shore of a convex love.
It’s our convex love.
It’s all we’ve got.
It’s our convex love.
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