Walking on a white plane, horizons
Touch the son
Stretching out, always forward
Always forward
To the first rats of the new rising sun
A burning message for everyone
We get our words all together now
For the first time from all the people

We stand facing ourselves
Being and end, leave no prints in sands
We live as an energy, within you and
Without you

Walking with some close friends
Staring at the moon
Stretching out always forward
Always forward