Last train
Last day
That sort of pain you just did not deserve
On your last day
Some way...
We'll share ancient laughters
With angels or devils
Rush upon alleys of ethereal rhythm
We knew your song when you were already gone
Just hold tight man
You're on space express
Enjoy your trip
There's no end to it
Just count your steps
Just breathe this air
Just feel you're not that different
And just count...
And tell me what you want
You'll wake and experience space
You will know no obsession
Discover raw passions
I picture you dancing on comets
Where tensions easily stride away
And leave no room for pain
Your way, you'll fly away
Rigel will scare you
As your own companions hand in hand have a toast
And then odysseys follow in indie dimensions
Where new victories will undo stalled conventions
Meanwhile some grieve while others crouch deep