From a faraway land,
Coming this breeze;
Carrying memories too old,
And everything in that moment ceased.
Leafing through the pages,
I tried to recall the forgotten tales;
Filled with the essence of which is my soul,
And on the tunes of which my heart beats without fail.
After so long,
The sky is speaking like the olden times;
Where there are conversations once again,
And even through the grey skies, the sun shines.
With my eyes closed I stand here,
To absorb it all;
Absorb this breeze and its essence from that faraway land,
To feel alive again and to gather the lost pieces of my soul.