Where Everything Was Different
Where Everything Was Different
He heard someone was fracturing the boards…
He couldn't remember for how long he hadn't seen it.
It was light! Nobody but him
could realize what that light meant
It was Light. And there was some figure there.
It was him! He came to save him.
It was him. It was a stranger!
The stranger didn't say a word,
but his motions produced some sound.
He had been lying so many years
in cold and damp ground, foreign ground,
which had almost swallowed him alive
just like those miserable slaves of their own dreams.
They were still lying in the ground,
greedy, insatiable of new lives.
But now he is free,
as has never been in his life.
He is free.
But it was so difficult to become free.
But where is he? Where is the stranger?
He has disappeared.
He said only one phrase and vanished.
Now it's high time to go where everything began,
where everything was different.
Onde Tudo Era Diferente
Onde Tudo Era Diferente
Ele ouviu alguém quebrando as tábuas...
Não conseguia lembrar há quanto tempo não via isso.
Era luz! Ninguém além dele
podia perceber o que aquela luz significava.
Era Luz. E havia uma figura ali.
Era ele! Veio para salvá-lo.
Era ele. Era um estranho!
O estranho não disse uma palavra,
mas seus movimentos produziam algum som.
Ele esteve deitado tantos anos
na terra fria e úmida, terra estranha,
que quase o engoliu vivo
como aqueles miseráveis escravos de seus próprios sonhos.
Eles ainda estavam deitados no chão,
gulosos, insaciáveis por novas vidas.
Mas agora ele está livre,
como nunca esteve em sua vida.
Ele está livre.
Mas foi tão difícil se tornar livre.
Mas onde ele está? Onde está o estranho?
Ele desapareceu.
Disse apenas uma frase e sumiu.
Agora é hora de ir para onde tudo começou,
de onde tudo era diferente.