We cannot know
What else could be
Leave it to other worlds
We can just gather
Fruits of labor
When the star fall is our fault
Believe me that our fate
It moves us skyward
Believe me, we have a chance
That it's not over
We're moving the wheel of existence,
But for what?
All the same mistakes
In the same scripts
Are we indeed running but not moving?
But I think that time will play its role
Do you remember?
We're a bridge, not in itself an end
Believe me that our fate
It moves us skyward
Believe me we have a chance
That it's not over
We are only a ladder
We are only a rope
We are only young fathers
That beget a new hope
We are only old brothers
We are only raindrops
On the eve of new suspense
On the eve of a storm