Smell the rain
Of the awakening day
Thunder of dreams
Is roaring only for us
Delirious and weak
Bathing in the moonlight
We step into the mirrorland
While stars are raining down
We are the ones who dare
To grasp the invisible
To catch what no one
Has ever wished to believe
We share this illusion
This lifelong instant
To reach the ones
On the other side
The same old vision
As many nights before
The sky of 1997
That you won’t see anymore
Trapped in a kaleidoscope
Of glances, voices and scenes
Of vanished landscapes
And broken time machines