Like Here Sometimes

Happen of times before
When never close the doors
All come as around
Of bonfire revelation
The finish of times
The times of ilusion

New faces new ideals
Of love no restrition
No fear of the dark
no motive for to live

A true or a lie
Sad but like here sometimes

Speechless to the earliness
Like prize the surprize in the amazement
In the heads scarcely the hope
No to be quite sure of one alive future