Ulysses

I walk in a sunset

of 1,000 years ago

with a wind a sentiment

that invades my spirit

A sweet sirens' song

calls me among men and roads

I hold out my hands to you

but I don't find your hands

And my spirit suffers

it wants to get out to go because

no one can understand a port

if he doesn't know what the sea is

and home I would not return

with the clouds I dream of going away

from the palaces of shame

from the streets of hypocrisy

Love an island sooner or later I will give you

for each tear that for me you will pour [literally]on the weaving of your dreams

It will change... it will change...It will change...

oh it will change...like a flower inside a wall

lives the spirit that is in meit searches for what it doesn't have

clouds...trees...us

...i hold out my hands to you

where are your hands

The song of love

torments me and asks of youbut an animal in my hearth

as decided the road for mein order never to return

It will change... it will change...It will change...

oh it will change...like a flower inside a wal

llives the spirit that is in meit searches for what it doesn't have

clouds...trees...us it will change... it will change...