PHOENIX

 Like the mythic bird he dies
Every day in this lonely world
He had tried once more to cope
With pain and frustration just to find out
At the end of the journey he was still alone

Like the mythic bird he always awakens
Extending his feathers every day
Confusing reflexion he sees on the lake
Traveling again in search of his mate
Flying again in search of his love

Like the mythic bird he finally finds out
Not only on this day, but on every one
He is here alone, no one is awaiting
His flight is a shadow in this paradise
And the sunset starts burning, he just has to die

And like the mythic bird he finally does
Tired of searching, for love in this land.