In this carousel of souls,
those who turn get lost and stay here.
I know it for real, my friend.
I also turned
and to reach you I had to run.
But the more I look around me, I see
there's a world that keeps going on even if
you're not here anymore. You're not here anymore.
And tell me why
in this carousel of souls
there is no place
to shake off
what has been said
and that is already known.
And then you know what is there.
That whatever there is, there's a train I take
heading to Paradise City.
I bid everyone farewell and I jump on it.
I take the train and stop thinking.
A journey only makes sense without a return
if it's not a flight,
with no stops nor boundaries,
only horizons but not so distant either.
I'll grab myself to my seat
and you, sitting there by my side,
will tell me, 'Destination: Paradise'.
A journey only makes sense without a return
if it's not a flight,
with no stops nor boundaries,
only horizons but not so distant either.
I'll grab myself to my seat
and you, sitting there by my side,
will tell me, 'Destination: Paradise'
That whatever there is, there's a train I take
heading to Paradise City.
I'll grab myself to my seat
and you, sitting there by my side,
will tell me, 'Destination: Paradise.
A paradisiacal city'.