In the paths of uncertainty
The panels of illusion stand up
And the soul doubts it, when it wants to believe
Often walks alone until the evening
A the search for light
We hope
To sublimate the dust
To mark with our fingerprints
The earth but pretended is our holy face
I am told breathe, clear your mind,
Never stop staring at the horizon,
Or even
Look elsewhere and pretend,
Happiness would always be ahead
In search of light
We hope
To sublimate the dust
To mark with our footprints
The earth but pretended is our holy face
From the inside laughing
Pulse the beats of the heart
Parallel lives without terror
Sing the streams of colors
Of merits without commanders
And of the interior laughing,
I hear the voice
That leads me straight to you.
And the harmonies soothe
All that remains of me
In the paths of uncertainty
The inner music can be heard
Let the tom-tom rhythm of the heart
Let the tom-tom of the heart rhythm
Let the tom-tom of the heart rhythm
Let the tom-tom of the heart rhythm