Strange feeling, that never let us go
Like the devil that live inside us
Every afterthought gives only trouble
But there's that doubt and you don't know why
Imagine that he wouldn't be there anymore
To change the monotony
Probably it wouldn't be mine anymore
this strange madness, what I still don't know
If you believe it or not
But if you believe
That it's a passing cloud
Ghost of the liberty
Sensual ritual of the spring
At the horizon will appear
The last beach almost real
And it will still shine in the sky
The first star of the evening
The immensity will shine
The first star
Strange feeling forces us
To linger a little bit
To think about it
A dog that bites doesn't bark anymore
But wakes our curiosity
And at the end that agony that is without force now
You loose energy
A passport for melancholy
That leaves you in the middle
Between the goal and the start
If you believe it or not
But if you believe
That it's a passing cloud
Ghost of the liberty
Stranger land of fantasy
Only at the border you will find
The last beach almost real
At the horizon will appear
The first star of the evening
Infinite will disappear
Every fear and every border
At the horizon will appear
The last beach almost real
The immensity will shine
The first star of the evening.