[Sometimes it happens that I'm nothing but a statue
In which there is sensation stirring
Crying for recognition
Pleading for motion]
Sometimes it happens that I'm nothing but a statue
The lights begins to change their colors in the moonlight
And they form a creation on the lake
[And where can I be seen?]
And where can I be seen?
And I try to give the day [another name]
To write it down [and yearn for it again]
But the concentrated frustration breaks [into a passionate confirmation]
The lights begin to lose their colors in the moonlight
And they form a creation on the lake
Vanished is my wish to find you
[Remorse that leads me to the start
The horizon shows me the end
And I am yet right in the middle
The sensation cries for rebirth
Die in my arms]
Remorse that leads me to the start
The horizon shows me the end
And I am yet right in the middle
The sensation cries for rebirth
Die in my arms
And I look back
And I see nothing... but me
In which there is sensation stirring
Crying for recognition
Pleading for motion]
Sometimes it happens that I'm nothing but a statue
The lights begins to change their colors in the moonlight
And they form a creation on the lake
[And where can I be seen?]
And where can I be seen?
And I try to give the day [another name]
To write it down [and yearn for it again]
But the concentrated frustration breaks [into a passionate confirmation]
The lights begin to lose their colors in the moonlight
And they form a creation on the lake
Vanished is my wish to find you
[Remorse that leads me to the start
The horizon shows me the end
And I am yet right in the middle
The sensation cries for rebirth
Die in my arms]
Remorse that leads me to the start
The horizon shows me the end
And I am yet right in the middle
The sensation cries for rebirth
Die in my arms
And I look back
And I see nothing... but me