Come and lay, along the sea
Surrounded by the presence of an old lady
That we use to call, breeze
But I prefer to say

Life is this walk, where a man always wanders
And where he goes?
Each attempt to see.
Through the mist of this nightmares
Yes, when we try to clean, again better.
All along there is a distant landscape
That passion cannot blur
Powerful illusion, raised by the dawn of a million suns

Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders
Where he grows and where he goes
Drift into the echo of a decent lover.
Life is this long walk, where a man always wanders
Where he grows and where he goes
Drift into the echo of a decent lover.

Come and lay, along the sea
Surrounded by the presence of your mother
That one day, was everything

And so far mind can descend
A white light illuminates, in a place you'll never see
Another feeling of disgrace,
Admitting the defeat,
By words came from nothing