How the world keeps on moving
In an old known route
From the beginning,
humans were looking for their desires
Just to rest under a tree
Dream of a forgotten garden
At its entrance lies a twisted snake,
fire in his tongue
And you, who see me calling
Out loud or silently,
give your son a sign
Send me just one small light
Give a sign
The sword is still turning
Who will come to open the door for me
The gate is closed in the forgotten garden,
until it is over
And all keeps moving
In an old known route
From the beginning,
humans were looking for their desires
And you …
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