Following a mistaken path,
I let myself go
Tied up to a slave system
Only remains to resist
Like better to make music
That shows how i feel
Because I know there's no final prize
A f*cking race that finally ends
A long trip just to see
And to be half an octave.
My Sun is to be able to sing everything I feel
To light the long and never ending road
Open your mind
It will make feel a deep endless trip
Only to see and to be
Media Octava.