[Part I - Tottering Dearth]

[Carlos / Juan]

I have been told it is a place where I could be living with myself
Even tough I see no one there, I carry my heavy being ahead
The soft sound and dampness of here give me the impression of it's space: And there is none to me
As I turn around, I can visualize voices They are all one I feel I am lost in doubt towards reality

I have seen myself being taken by her She brought me all
She made me understand I am here only for her

Have no laugh, have no tears

Emptiness holds me around together with the fullness of life
She had given my existence it's name
And there came poetry held with her, quietly entering the door, dwelling my soul

She said she would take me to the most beautiful land my eyes were able to see
We have sailed for thousands of days, crossed seas, rivers, lands, not a sound on the way passed between us
And finally, there we were: it was a small wooden house, close to a lake
She invited me to enter
Opened the door
Turn off the lights
There were a silhouette of a man laying in a bed

The old man over the bed is all I have become: soundless!

[Part II - Enchantress]

[Carlos Machado]

Cry not the tears stronglessness my friend
And be prepared for the enchanted end
And never close your eyes to sadness

Here is the theory that brings you pain:
Breath the book and lift the air again,
So that you can lay your head down the tempest

[Second voice:]

Crawling through the sailing
Theory of the pain
We are new breath of all sorrow

[Third voice:]
Here the moment stands
Here sadness lives
I really Know you!