1. The Labyrinth

The sun is dying
in the eyes of love
Another page of feelings
shall be torn from my book
...my daily book... my creased book
A piece of rainbow
fallen to the ground
Walking through the ruins
we must pay the same old price
...I'll pay this price...you'll know this price

The memories web
is going to keep my sensations
Recycled illusions
through a labyrinth without exit

The sun is dying
in the mirrors town
...nobody's out...I'm slipping down
Can't you live without me?
I don't call it love
Another morbid game
in the name of the possession god
...the dependence god...the needs in you

I'm just a man
and my heart can't wait for the heaven
I'm just a man
and my life will burn tomorrow
My trembling hands
out stretched on the skyline
I'm just a man
and my friends are joy and sorrow
Forever.....we'll fall in love
Forever alone....we'll be

The sun is dying
in the fading park
in a moaning dusk
where the fairies dance
Our ships is wrecked
and the waves are gone
Another ending season
without answer in your eyes
...behind your eyes....behind your eyes

2. Mirrors Song

Lazy carillon,...play softly
your old recurrent refrain.
The riders of the dawn
run after pieces of glory.
Ephemeral sand in time
on a wide beach of the west

You're looking for your face
on the mirror of daylight
The night is mad and true
like a bottomless pit
Here is another hologram!
Who are you now... after all?

Puppets of the crowd,...blind
grey shadows on the wall
another wall of lies
around wall of lies
around the square
...the square of exhibition,
and you believe your name
written on the window of the world

When you're waiting for your blue prince
and your love is an empty stage
When you're giving all your soul
and your portrait is the ritual gift

Down in the city of mirrors....everywhere
there's a seductive myth
that's leading your dreams
Down in the city of mirrors....everywhere
there's another god,
shelter of your doubts

Affirmation and Desire
on the human swing of fire

Down in the city of mirrors....everywhere
there's a tired actor,
lost in the fog

The power is not the way
on the human swing of fire

My lazy carillon
play softly again....
again your old recurrent refrain
The riders of the dawn
run after pieces of glory
...and you're looking for your face
The night is mad and true
...and you're looking for your face
The night is mad and true

3. The Wayfarer

He came from the rain
from the temple of the broken chance
where the children yawn with boredom
where the seasons
are creaking roundabouts
He opened his eyes
on the distant battlefields
the fire burned out on the dusty road

The wayfarer has no name
just a stranger face in the crowd
no more soldier of a little reign
no more parody of a borrowed life
He left his pride
in the toybox of yesterday
and began to talk to the stars

And nobody knows his fate
where is the source of his tales
but the secret can't never be revealed,
the secret is a heartbeat in the eve
Another step ahead to seek
Another step ahead to understand
and the winter is so far away
The secret is a journey with no end

The wayfarer has no crown
but a necklace of flowers
and its thousand colours flow in the night
searching again for a piece of courage
till the next as his friend
and the wind has betrayed them

4. Glance Towards The Sky

The joy is singing
The wish to dream
The sense of getting
what you don't have
Another day like yesterday
Waiting for the morning to start again
The will to smile
The will to fight

Feeling guilty for being alive
and unable to change
Like a lost and lifeless plant
that's trying unsuccessfully to reflower
The mask of a clown
in the middle of a desert
A fire that is dying
A glance towards the sky
A glance towards the sky
where the sun is wonderful
where nothing becomes everything
where your light shines

5. Consciousness Hymn

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6. Symphony Of Immortal Winds

A choir of death is the echo of my nightmare
cold friend of the night
The cross of fire is piercing the darkness
lost cathedral of the hopes

Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise

Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds

Mr. Risin' is flirting with the evening
Let the candles blow out without pain
When all the drams seem to be miscarried
close your eyes and the end will begin

Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise

Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds

7. Welcome To The Moonlight Circus

Now they're coming to build
castles of new religious
Long distance to run
to the reign of the sacred solution
He had no snakes to ride,
no rites of eternal salvation
The dream slowly descends,
the day claims its victims

Sad metropolitan clowns
Don't sell your tears, the door is open
In the deep of your life the door is open

He knows...they're coming to build
the cage for his resistance
Son of an utopian sky,
confused in a land of merchants
He waited for a new romance
while the earth was turning faster
The dream slowly fades,
the day shows its jewels

Last harlequins frontier
Don't sell your smiles, the door is open
In the deep of the night the door is open

"I saw Mrs. Freedom tumbling down
to the market of the needs
She had the void in her eyes
lost on Babylon's sky
To be or not to be? This is the question
To have or not to have? This is the solution
But the lie is a solitary scream,
like a grimace on the mirror,
a doubt driven into the present
Frozen words on the lips,
till the end of the race
I saw Mrs. Freedom burning
on the stake of here conceit
Acrid, sacrificial smoke,
growing around spectres,
Spectres of a buried hope
Spectres of the same prayer
....and my prayer
....and my weak will
....and my wish to escape"

The mad-acrobat of the broken comet
is disappearing on the edge of the night
Over the beating drums of the tribal orgy
he's flying high on eagle's wings
So welcome to the moonlight circus
where somebody will paint his soul
So welcome to the moonlight circus
where the fools and the masters of nothing
will dance
....and we will dance
drunk by a long, irreverent waltz-orgasm.