I dropped a few shells on my way Far is the dune of the ruby sand, Where I would sit And watch the time stopping by. I crossed a village made of ice, White silent houses weep at night. A lake that never breaks Held the echo of her name. I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed; I followed the road of no return. She might find me Near the end of the world. I saw candles burning on a hill; The light or the thought remained still. The horizon was disguised As a long corridor. So I picked a few thorns on the road; The sense of the arrows Showed me where. The catcher in my dream Drew a portrait of her. I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed; I followed the road of no return. And never looked behind. I'm almost there And there's no coming back; I followed the road of no return. She might find me Near the end of the world.