To all with ears: they hear, to all with eyes: they see.
Let’s not be blind to all what’s written and to all
that flows, wherever you may go you leave something
behind, so is the memory the mirror of the mind
and with each footstep there is more to tell, o yes:
wherever you may go you leave something behind.
To all with heart, to all with love: they shall inherit
paradise, wait not, moments are wings, and to a dying
day they are as intimate as to your lips a kiss, so then:
fly high above the setting sun, and rise above the oceans,
open, breathe deep, drink, and be, for in the end remember:
to all with ears they’ll hear, to all with eyes they’ll see.