Image Midnight Run by = Dianabolique.
Let the wind guide your steps
allow the whole space sleep in your dreams
and, through the years,
your spirit will gallop free.
Move beyond the shadows
and behold the prairie:
the old fire stops burning
if you look at it.
What would you do if you were
the owner of the sea?
What would you do if you were
the mistress of the wind?
Would you raise the seas to the earth
and vanish all the life?
Your joy would dissapear.
You would make the sea talk through waves
and the wind wishper through mist.
Dancing between them
and kissing the coasts.
Cross the clear water,
travel to the middle of night
and full of illusions arrive.
Jog slowly towards the plain,
let the breeze caress you,
stand your soft mane
and travel to the ends of the world.
the mistress of the wind?
Would you raise the seas to the earth
and vanish all the life?
Your joy would dissapear.
You would make the sea talk through waves
and the wind wishper through mist.
Dancing between them
and kissing the coasts.
Cross the clear water,
travel to the middle of night
and full of illusions arrive.
Jog slowly towards the plain,
let the breeze caress you,
stand your soft mane
and travel to the ends of the world.
