miércoles, 6 de noviembre de 2019

01 THE MAN WHO LIT A TORCH


It’s the time, they are sleeping.
Hold your breath, good luck and courage!

A long, long time ago a black cloud hid the stars.
You climbed up to the top to ask the Sacred Tree:
“did they make a mistake?”
“did they forget a prayer?”
The blood you shed will be there.
It’s the time, you are a prophet.
Wild blackbirds,
fall into nothingness...

Take the fire, don’t look back and run.
Cross the river, they are waking up.
Enjoying freedom, feel how brave you are.
Not a single god can stop you now.

Take the fire, don’t look back and run.
Cross the river, they are waking up.
Maybe one man, maybe everyone.
There’s no chance of winning the ultimate race.

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