We are often imprisoned in our own siege like a worthless thing
With all the confusion, sorrow we brighten the lamp of hope
We ourselves often take the remorse of our heart as an entertainment
We choose unknown paths in search of destination
We are just a constant dream that sees every interpretation with awake eyes
We are the travelers around in the whirlpool of this life, in the mirage of some love
Forgetting all the rules, all the reference
We just keep searching in the heart of a stranger of a lost feeling..