This life is a dance hall
where we sing, cry and fall
intending to find meaning,
but happiness is gone
flees silently like clouds
that cross the blue sky limits.

We met out on the road
with a golden horizon
that moves away while walking.
I guess it’s better so,
to live just on the go,
there’s nothing more than this, dear.

Do you want to be my star?
Feel you’re close although you’re far
in this strange mad game of living?
You just have to shine for me
like a lighthouse for a ship
lost in the storm of existing.

Come with me, you are not alone,
let’s hit this road on and on
until the last breath of spirit.
Maybe this is all we have,
a long way, a lonely star,
don’t look for any other meaning.