WESTERN

Now your heart become a star,
Your soul rising, your world falling.
Take a rest,
in this boat go away.
On the never ending river,
Wind is blowing, your breath stopping.
Keep your eyes closed and your mind open now.
And the dead man used to say
Then, some are born to the sweet delight,
Some are born to the endless night,
Now you can ask yourself...
Through your fingers, watch this cloud,
Full of sadness,
full of madness.
Let your blood run and the wisdom comes now.
Take your last dream on your side,
Nobody knows,
No body now,
Just a spirit floating into the void.
And the dead man used to say
Then, some are born to the sweet delight.
Some are born to the endless night
Now you can ask yourself...