Angra

White gold, a morning came
Sunny cold, reflecting light
Unknown songs
Fresh water gush licks the lime
Sprinkling crowns of silence
The face wet from the moistened dew
Wind takes the sight
Around the meadow
Playing kindly
Silver dropped wine
That flows inside
a sleeping hand...
Desperation fills the air
(In your heart lies the dust of the anger)
Madness knocking on my back
(Chiming bells have announced the new day)
My courage lies someplace
where time forgot to send me
(now where are you going?)
(now where are you going now?)
Someday they'll mark your sins
like torture on your back
I wonder why
My mind is tight