Sweet sea of air that accompanies me in my home, free game that moves away from the sin of the past, sweet night flight on my wings of the imagination of my conscience.
Why are my days moving away, I only get to touch the sweet waters of the evening, I cry because I am not alone, they are my way in the past, blessed fruit of the power to fly like the architect of dreams.
Border that breaks with the soft fire of the clouds in the abyss of tomorrow, sweet company are my wings with the power of words of tears of happiness.