Following the Moon

It's getting dark friend...


Trampling on this fine sand


Moonwalk

With the friendly waves

One note, one step

One step, one note

A bongo rithm all around

Harp cords sound


 are cleaning the head

Can ever a rule exist


under a so wide salt-smelling sky ?

Every day The Gift

A Seed in the Sunrise

Where are you crazy friend of mine ?

Please lift me down

I'm


so..

Light

Going down to the Sky

A Crowd of scaring masks

Are laughing with their shades

Screaming as dark crows

Are driving mad the head

With a stormy sound


Running fast around


In a fake Spirits Crown

O

With ivory sand


hidden in the pocket

from The Promise Land

Smile with your holy one way ticket 

 And not Bloody Sword in the hand