Travelling free in the deep blue
of this vast sea of thoughts,
you don't reflect upon
the passing of time, Oh helmsman

Now look at your potrait in this car, Seer
seer of that sphere
where you placed
all the paintings of your actions

The last breath looks for a way in your depth
it's at the entrances of your throat and it carries your soul away
why are you barring the way of salvation?

Freedom's hiding among
the dust that slowly rolls
in the hour-glass of life