I wonder what is at the end of the far away sea
Its probably far away from being something from this world
Will I be able to see it if I go on top of the clouds?
The children playing the trumpet with the angels
If you listen closely somewhere in a forest
There is a small voice that only I can hear
Shall I fly away like a dream?
The place high away, a world without anyone
The present that seems to far away
and my countless words that are not yet untangled
When you look back, since some time ago,
There was my secret that I was forgetting without me knowing