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