Take my hand and walk with me,
I will take you to places you have never been,
Over the river and beyond the horizon,
Making you smile with leaves evergreen.
It all starts when we hang till dawn,
Breaking the ice of silence,
Washing the shores of anxiety,
Retrieving memoirs which we never knew.
And then I look at the rising sun,
Waking up again to see no one along,
With a hope and a smile,
To see you around.
I walk down the line and find you along,
With beer and wine,
Smoking and sharing,
We are rejuvenating over melancholic memories.
Little by little the journey is coming to an end,
I am still trying to open new horizons,
To extend the warmth of our hands,
I am desperate but chained.