ECSTASY RIVER
Sometimes the sea touches the sky,
chords become strange when there is a silent
in the middle of nowhere of the stave
but sometimes it’s necessary to listen the silence
to fix my look in your eyes

estribillo

Fill all your voids,
heavenly creatures
in a ecstasy river
flying through the euphoria

Sometimes the fury triggers fervour,
after all, in every ocean lies an asleep volcano.
Nothing else has the ecstasy of a stars pump
In the middle of the clear summer night
crossing the brigde between Old and New River…

estribillo

Fill all your voids,
heavenly creatures
in a ecstasy river
flying through the euphoria