Tell me the wind that comes
From bands I do not know where
That look for but have no
Idea where it hides
That passion that was mine
And to my cry does not respond.
Hills and valleys run,
to the ends of the earth,
So distant and hidden
all in profound silence.
And these my five senses
I moan every second.
At night you run from the moon,
In the daytime the sun doesn't see you.
There isn't anyone whom posses
The reason of this why
And my living continues
To be at your mercy.
I know you exist because you exist
And because you were truth.
And like truth you resist
This great longing.
Make happy my sad eyes
And back, do my will.