The Return

I found in a warm night those winged beings,
And their soft voices feed my anxious departure..
They understand it more than my own instinct
Inside me i shelter their ancient knowledge.

Look at your hands, see the face of the years

Today, immortality can´t hold me,
This is the sight, in the old man´s eyes.
They understand it more than my own instinct
They are not suprised that today i´m leaving their lands.

Look at your hands, see the face of the years
Look at your hands, they are the old man's hands.

Now i see in my hands the old man´s face
And close to my brothers i embrace a new dream...
Now i see in my hands the healing hands
And a new light reflects in my .

You have become the old man,
And we have become those winged beings
Now your hands uphold the lost land.

Now i see in my hands the old man´s face
And close to my brothers i embrace a new dream...
Now i see in my hands the healing hands
And a new light reflects in my .

Now you are the old man,
And we are the winged beings.
We see the rebirth of owr dream,
In a new beginning, in the lost town...

You have become the old man,
And we have become those winged beings
Now your hands uphold the lost land