We have already traveled from island to island
We have bitten fruit in the open
Sharing hopes and sorrows
For everything that is © wind
We have already longed for absent bodies
Like a river longs for its mouth
We have already done so much and so little
What will become of us?
What will become of the longest kiss
That made us change our address
Dissipate -Is it like everything in nothing?
What will be, only we know
Putting the fire and rain in the voice
Sharing it to the wind pieces
What will become of us?
We have already revived wet embers
In the stream of tears vain
And floating, the moon brought us
̉ morning light
We found tears and laughter again
We gave time to the fast time
We have already done so much and so little
What will become of us?
What will become of us?
What will become of us? be one of the longest letter
That was opened, an excited chest
It will be returned, 'Wrong address?'
What's wrong? -of being, only we know
Putting fire and rain into the voice
Sharing pieces to the wind
What will be of us?
We have already filled squares and streets
We have already invoked fairer days
And the statues were made of flesh
And the busts are made of glass
We have already sung so many omens
Putting fire and rain into our voices
We have already done so much and so little
What will become of us?
What will become of the long battle
That made us leave ÃÂ adventure?
What will be, what was
How much is it, how long will it last?
What will be, only we know
Putting fire and rain into the voice
Sharing pieces to the wind
What will become of us?