[Matos]
[I- The Parting Words]
Years gone by – Awake again
In a glowing star – That shines so far
Lasting child – Remains inside
Playing around – A future denied High overhead, dusk is insight.
..
Fumbling the mist
Lingering around… Blow,
Carrying winds
Take me high
Where I can see
The hidden lights
That blink far beyond… Blow,
Carrying winds
Take me high
Where I can see
The hidden lights
That blink far beyond… And then
A painted dream
Colours that melt
Inside slender frames
There I’ll stand
There I belong…
[II- Renaissance]
[instrumental]