It Began At The End Of A Meaningless Dream

It Began At The End Of A Meaningless Dream - Lyrics

The ghost:

My awakening was sweet.
Images of the past remains.
These paintings under my feet,
They call the forthcoming rains.

I remember I lived,
And my thoughts has derived,
Over the landscape before me,
Under the mists I always see.

The melancholy:

Walking in the fields again,
For me it was in vain.

The ghost:

I didn't know why,
Why my presence was high,
Over the landscape before me,
Under the mists I always see.

The darkness:

In this day.

The ghost:

To find a special place I've seen,
This river along the last path,

The darkness:

I'll walk with the wind so clean.