Eagles - Clepsydra

She is sitting in my living room

The empty glasses are one the table

Changing colours from the screen paint the walls

While she is playing with a golden feather

All the walls are fading away

The view opens up to another world

The purple horizon and the red sea

The blue forest and the white shadows

You follow the bright light

Out of your virgin cradle

Growing up with new wings

And lifting up across the clouds

Where all the golden eagles fly

Where all the men lose their face

Where all the golden eagles cry

Where all the hunting men escape

The dwarves and the white elves

Sing together all their magic tales

Of great kings and the dark towers

Dragons and all the strange power

The storm from the mountains

Turns the pages of the book

Tears apart the paper and steals some letters

Writing your name… in front of my eyes

Where the golden eagles love

Where the men loose their roots

Where the golden eagles die

Where the last dark night falls in

You are sitting in my living room

Smiling and glancing through the bricks

Do you still think of me?

Do you still dream of the golden eagles?

Where the golden eagles fly

Where the golden eagles cry

Where the golden eagles love

Where the golden eagles die…

The feather lies on the dirty floor

Your smell has been blown away

I find a blood note on the wall

«Follow me to the place you know…»