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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