Idioma Origen:
Traveling through eternity, looking for my mind.
I feel upon, a hidden sign.
Questioning the answers, searching for the time.
Can the deaf man see ? what his ears can find ?
Hiding the fear, along with the sorrow.
Will i survive, the night 'till tomorrow ?
Black skies, black skies, in time, black skies
Staring at the madness, nothing is for sure.
Will the rich give, what the blind man saw ?
So i wander aimlessly, will i ever know ?
Can the wise man repe, what his children sew ?
Fighting the fear, along with the sorrow.
Hiding behind, a vail of tomorrow.
Hiding the fear, along with the sorrow.
Will i survive, the night 'till tomorrow ?
My black skies, my black skies, my black skies,
My black skies, my black skies, my black skies...
Idioma Destino:
Traveling through eternity, looking for my mind.
I feel upon, a hidden sign.
Questioning the answers, searching for the time.
Can the deaf man see ? what his ears can find ?
Hiding the fear, along with the sorrow.
Will i survive, the night 'till tomorrow ?
Black skies, black skies, in time, black skies
Staring at the madness, nothing is for sure.
Will the rich give, what the blind man saw ?
So i wander aimlessly, will i ever know ?
Can the wise man repe, what his children sew ?
Fighting the fear, along with the sorrow.
Hiding behind, a vail of tomorrow.
Hiding the fear, along with the sorrow.
Will i survive, the night 'till tomorrow ?
My black skies, my black skies, my black skies,
My black skies, my black skies, my black skies...