My soul faces the rain,
the old diamonds of mine.
My mind carries the pain.
This path has no behind.
I sing among these mountains
to find the man that I am.
Mother night, please talk to me
through your silent sentinels:
those that we call stars.
When men were slave of men, I was there.
When men tried to be gods, I was there.
The wood of my bow
grew with the blood of my sins.
As light turns white the snow
my eyes made life from seas,
this silver dawn is yours...
The present you can't see.
When men were slave of men, I was there.
When men tried to be gods, I was there.
At the end of this night I´ll return
to the sands where my life belongs
forevermore.
To let the time be time,
to let men be men.
the old diamonds of mine.
My mind carries the pain.
This path has no behind.
I sing among these mountains
to find the man that I am.
Mother night, please talk to me
through your silent sentinels:
those that we call stars.
When men were slave of men, I was there.
When men tried to be gods, I was there.
The wood of my bow
grew with the blood of my sins.
As light turns white the snow
my eyes made life from seas,
this silver dawn is yours...
The present you can't see.
When men were slave of men, I was there.
When men tried to be gods, I was there.
At the end of this night I´ll return
to the sands where my life belongs
forevermore.
To let the time be time,
to let men be men.