A keresés eredménye

The Boy

The boy flies along with music
And travels only to listen to the F* that
Vibrates in harmony with the planet
 
The boy flies, wants to imagine
That the speed of the sea rushes ahead
And he will hear the entire symphony of the planet
 
Because when he flies far away
The distance and the wind are reduced
And he's brought back home again
 
The boy flies along with music
And travels only to listen to the F* that
Vibrates in harmony with the planet
 
It goes, it goes
Vibrating in harmony with the planet
 
To go forward without direction, away from home
Until he reaches a distant place
In search of the F* that makes him return
 

Chameleon

Chameleon
Disguised in hate and love
He got lost in the artificial smile
That hides away the fury
True
Time is never the same
 
It's that I already can't see you
One-color chameleon
It's better not to stick around
Without fear that we'll leave today
 
Chameleon
Chameleon
Forget the fury
True
Time is never the same
 
(It's never)
The same, the same
 

The Story

Loneliness was a moment
I didn't know how to do well
And now that I search in my memories
And I'm doing very well
Very well
 
Who has seen you in my memory?
Who has seen you and who sees you?
Loneliness, that's the story
Of the good, of the good
 
Loneliness awakens in the ruins your crystal
When I lost myself
I found you hidden in me
 
Who has seen you in my memory?
Who has seen you and who sees you?
Loneliness, that's the story
To say goodbye
 

Camouflage

You pack your luggage, not caring how fast everything happens
There's only one moment to live and discover where you're going
And what will make you turn around if not life?
Until you let yourself be with nothing to fear
 
Camouflage of my blood
In search of the river that calms you, the memory
Arriving doesn't matter to you, even though you know you won't return
 
You pack your luggage without caring if the course is defined
And what will make you turn around if not life?
Until you let yourself be with nothing to fear
 
Camouflage of my blood
In search of the river that calms you, the memory
Arriving doesn't matter to you, even though you know you won't return
 
Camouflage of my blood
In search of the river that calms you, the memory
Arriving doesn't matter to you, even though you know you won't return
And you won't return