Lofty and somber faces the wind
Cliffs rise on cold walls
The warm embrace of an october sun
Bringing my word of sorrow
The bridge of my life
Never going to reach your breast
Because it rests on the banks
Of that river that never stops
Bitter and uncertain
Power of a nonexistent
My blood boils and removes
Certainty ...cold sun
A bridge of stone I sit and stare
The water never stops flowing
Like the blood in my veins
Who yearns to reach the mouth?
In the burst of the wake
Here we gather here we reign
A tribe of souls...
Joining forces to complete the cross
We reach the element and take it as ours...