32 suns

Nature I am
Your servant as in the past
Nothing I can do
Without asking suggestion, to you

Drought is painting
New colours in the wood
No more the green
But tones of brown and yellow, on you

I am the same sailor
Without voice I sing on
A new ode to you

And so I create shadows just to see the light
And so I cry for hours just to love a smile
I’ve hands so full of colours but I use just black and white
My future has to be free from the blames and the lies

And now I hear a whistle in the wood so kind
And once again I think may be the gentle tribe
I wait for meet the gods since I was a little child
To know about the secrets that create the world divine

They say I am
No more a boy but a man
32 suns
Are passed over my head, today

They say it is
No more the time to believe
Into the myths
Oracles and spirits, I see

I’ve the little pleasure
To take all my values
Inside to you

And so I create shadows just to see the light
And so I cry for hours just to love a smile
I’ve hands so full of colours but I use just black and white
My future has to be free from the blames and the lies

And now I hear a whistle in the wood so kind
And once again I think may be the gentle tribe
I wait for meet the gods since I was a little child
To know about the secrets that create the world divine