In the weak sunset I strengthen myself
In an orange tone, upon the hills
In the silver stars I recognize
A dream of mysteries and messages
In the marks and details of my dark* (classic) guitars
Wandering I touch and sing new illusions inside of me
In me
Enchanted illusions follow
Like follows the wind throughout the hills
(They) go around my chest, (they) stalk me
Later, they go away in front of my astonishment
Candies that are wet in the saliva of emotion
They'll be melting, soon will become loneliness inside of me
in me
It's easy to explain, it's hard to understand the pain, the love
The dreams and illusions, moods** and passions inside of me
In me