Unpredictable intersections
And ramifications of our ways.
We leave for some lives
To face once in a cold underground.
Travelling between the worlds
I keep the memory inside
About every incarnation of you
And at an appointed hour
I will recognize you
By the first touch.
Just for one blinding flash,
Just for some starry moments
We will swim towards each other
Through the endlessness and the oceans of oblivion.
Travelling between the worlds
You keep the memory inside
About every incarnation of me
And at an appointed hour
We will recognize each other
By the first touch,
Wherever you are,
Whoever you are.
The time will come and we will open again
A book on the very last page
And an epilogue will be a new prologue
And we will leave to repeat ourselves again.
Only not to miss each other, not to get lost
In the rotation of deaths and births.
And to remember each other at an appointed hour by the first touch.
In the rotation of deaths and births..
In the rotation of deaths and births...
In the rotation of deaths and births...
By the first touch...