Waiting for the sunset
we ride
wild steeds
black like death
quick like lighting

Far from people
pround and conce it
we run between
trees of the black forest
of the living forest

Between echos of sounds and missing voices
Between echos of sounds and missing voices
Between echos of sounds and missing voices

We don't have to
justify them
we don't have to give
useless explications

We are able to cross
no return streets
the streets of the sunset

Waiting for the sunset
fall of the light
death of the sun
funeral in happyness
sunset of the
human kind
our life
is out of time

Our looks
under moon
and torches
lighted around
waiting for the sunset
of the human kind

Fall of useless
End of nothing