Esiste solo un vero numero: uno. E l'amore, a quanto pare, è l'esponente migliore di questa unicità.

 

(Vladimir Nabokov) 

Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself

 

War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone

 

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

 

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

 

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time we reach
For the ones, whoever dare

 

You believe but what you see
You receive but what you give

 

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

 

Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the Never-Fading calling

 

Caress the one, the Never-Fading
Rain in your heart - the tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak