At the hour of the sunset, the time freezes,
And the colors are mixed with the clouds up the sky
When all the roads and paths unfold
And every door is wide open to be crossed
To magical places and forgotten, the way is leading
As the mind travels as far as the eyes can see.
Dreams and wishes are born and die at the sunrise
Carving courses at the map of life
Till the thoughts fly away touching the last light of the day.
At the far end where all the hopes are waiting.