I have seen a sunset reflected
On the lakelet's jet mirror
I have felt the nightbreath storming strong
The moon dressed in a mantle of fog watching over
The secret untouched into the black waters' silence

Land of somber inheritance
Land of spectral warriors as they prou

Hungry for the future things to come
Imagination makes a mirage grow out of them
And they seem to lose sense when everything happens
Does all life not pay the price?

Don't we claim for another...
Another dream to keep the hope?
There was a useful lie over a long time

Have you perceived how the snow disintegrates
And the white colour fades out?
And how the leaves are shaken
By the autumn's wind to die?

Distance haunts us and breaks up the nearness
Bond that joins past and future is disconnected
Obligating to forget what we were, what

Can the bars of our memory immure persistence?
... So they claim: "Disaster". Nothing more
Seems to be before our sight.

For each vague, shy step beyond,
Thousand voices of our anguish lead us astray
We stop to reflect without realizing
We have returned to the starting

Now I know...
I can talk about nostalgia

That building - old building - has loosen
His polish and rust slips down
The gates and doors

Just longing,
Like someone waiting and
Sticking in the middle of the road,
Light of the ancient gaze
Loses her glow.