Floating, drifting, fading memories
Riding, voicing, screaming silence

Always on the run
The fortune by our side
Here on the tide
Then we disappear
And nobody's here
Just faded years

We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory

Squeezing, living, fully this time
Grip it in one's hand don't let it slip

Always in the Sun
Another photograph
Another laugh
Then, shivers of fear
The days are going away
And all is gray

We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory

Don't drive your heart behind
Gaze the vault of the sky
Wash away your pain

Oh, now open wide your eyes
Till you meet the light
Wipe away this rain

We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory