...ong, long time ago

they came from the sea

from an unknown void

and our adventure began

our history became

the truth of this morning.

The rules of life fell

into the very morning

like light from distant stars

use to do.

As the years passed by

we have forgotten the music of rainbows

but we still remember ancestral songs

sounds of bells,

steps in green grass and infinite sand.

We can’t understand…

any more…

waves tell stories

the language of the dancing wind

but we love them

so much, so much…

We are trying

to brake the chain of evil

all misery, violence and despair.

Sometimes we can hear

songs of morning dew, and morning mist

dancing together with these who want to dance

yes, yes, you can

hear their laughter...