Lirama

I the little the lamb of God
Forgotten in the south born elsewhere
I know Troy will always be miles away
And Beautiful Helen will now be old
But still I go out in the street sworn to enter
The palaces of the sun, to be able to tell
The goat's song with a lethal voice
And cry afterwards get lost in Silence

The king of the dust

The years will go by, the wheal will turn
Everything will be like first everything will be different
I'll be looking for you in the roads where you walked but you
Will have become a shade everything will have been lost
One night a crazy moon will be shining
Your shade will spread out in a narrow road
The jurneys, the friends, the hugs the kisses
In an opaque world, away...away

The king of the dust

Years have passed since the Dragon's year
Now you might not remember anything
But the wheal of life spins eternally
And when the snows melt you'll come to find me

The king of the dust