I carry songs within my heart,
I carry notes in my bright mind,
I look for dreams, and when they start,
I hear these melodies refined.
In darkest nights I bear guitars,
I take them with me on a trip,
And when I see you from afar,
My metal heart keeps losing grip.
Let's play some songs, let's fool the air,
And let's imagine we are free,
I hear your steps on distant stairs,
A pure and lonely memory.
*Inspired by a poem by Elena Trefilova
