If my shadow there is in your prayers,
You must know, this mist tortures me,
Dispel it with your dawn to airs,
Who are you, almost Angel, for me?
Can the dream disappears for deletion,
And to grow the wings that were cut?
Step ahead, little step to decision,
Who are you? Give me sign be alight
Streets sweep past me with speed of the evenings,
Looks of people and buildings makes seine,
Whom they catch? But among city dreaming
Feel your presence, my sound of rain
Who are you? Do you hear the forest?
When the wind play with leaves losing pain...
Do you wander through silence of mountains?
Are you dreaming all time and again?
Are you scared by the looks of the women?
But her secret cannot really speak,
I have doubt between faith and dreaming,
Who are you, almost Angel? I peek,
And I weak...
Who are you?
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