23A clip in the image of the artist, simple, pure and romantic.
At dawn returning
The lovers rise again
Come down from their dreams
Still dripping
Every gesture is urgent
Since the day is dawning
The storm ends
In burning whispers
At dawn returning
They were lost in the deep darkness
There the stars melt
On the appearing day
In their hesitant steps
We feel the end of the world
One more second
One more moment
At dawn returning
The breath we hear
It's two hearts that are torn apart
A hand breaks away
And the other takes it back
In the eyes of confusion
Birds that we release
And who are looking for where to hide
The trap we set for them
At dawn returning
At the slightest distance
The life that obliges them
Emptiness, dizziness and pretending
They cover themselves with oaths
Swear to continue
Their races at a balance
On the stones of the torrents
At dawn returning
Each separately
Will continue the dream
The only one who lifts them
And keep them alive
It's forever
That they thought they were united
And even eternity
For them it's not long enough
At dawn returning
They were two passers-by
In the anonymous crowd
In this rolling river
In the mass of people
They recognized each other
A little too late perhaps
But it's recognizing yourself
In fact, what is important?
At dawn returning
The lovers rise again
Come down from their dreams
Still dripping
