Lyrics and music: Miguel Ganzo Mateo

Clouds are coming

on the way

Drums the wind

on the plain.

In the cellars

of the mind

Trains of thoughts

Move entwined.

Next to madness

a beautiful nature goes on

Keeps on climbing

redrawing the rest of the road.

Steady music

from the leaves

Quiet party

to the ears.

Fruits and duties

birds and lions

days and nights

hills of light.

No excuses

the limits are yet to be seen

No conclusion

the joker is curious and keen