Time is getting slower

when the light is losing its face

The eyelids of consciousness

can not care the weight of space

Last rays illuminate the way

that doesn´t have any destination

For the long walk through infinity….

Perception of mind becomes

subjective and nonsencial

Nostalgic manacles that tied their will

When the deepest spontaneity

Began to cry the wails (of genesis)

I stare in consternation at these astral mights

So, follow, follow the voice of imagination

You fall asleep by the whispering symphony

So, listen, listen to the distant subconscious

Deeper towards the thought's assembly

Your breath gets quiet because of soul's frailty

Entering the enigma of all these possibilities

So, follow, follow the voice of imagination

Hide your fear under the feelings of lust

So, sleep, sleep…sleep …sleep… sleep…sleep…sleep!

Movements seem to be so nonplussed

So, come, come to enter yourself again

Hide your fear under the feelings of lust

Sleep…sleep…sleep… sleep…sleep… sleep…sleep…

sleep…