(Those pure and virgin apprehensions I hadnFrom the beginning, and that warmth I felt whennI was young were the best unto this daynI knew that there is much more to...)nnThese days will be forever minen...Findn(...So I celebrate again...)nnNow I am standing here among your facesnA new constellationnEnfold me, share my confidencenAwake now, you should be there at every turnnAll prevalent images confirm the spiritnTo search for an answernAm I worthy of recalling my deepest wellnFrom where all waters torn off?nnI'll break freenConfusion will be the audience of my existencenThe euphoric sense of the flyingnDefines me and my inner dancenn(...To seem the stranger falls my lot)nYet all your glowing eyes reflecting slumbernThey long for a distancenHave I seen them on the edge of dreamsnOr been therenI don't know whatever that meansnnI'll break freenConfusion will be the audience of my existencenThe euphoric sense of the flyingnDefines me and my inner dancennI see a broken (clown) mannA paralyzed shape without formnThe past lapping himnLike a cloak ofnPainnnThe more he vanished into the darknThe deeper I felt a serious loss in my heartnBut I guess it must be the flag of my dispositionnNot to nBut to follow the crowdnnI'll break freenConfusion will be the audience of my existencenThe euphoric sense of the flyingnBlindfolded and turning into swansnn(I didn't know that they were born or should die, butnI know that it is easy to forget what I came fornAmong so many who have always lived here...)