Besedila:
Athena Inside The Moon

Drops of her life falling from her blind eyes, the liquid sands rise from this desert land. Flying in the wings of the night, the path is clear made

the shadows reflect the water. Winds are leaving the ancient sounds made of the dreams we had. Night still shines inside the moonlight, the sun is rising upon the mountains, inside the moon

Gardens made of still water rise their face on a frozen forest. She drinks the sand of the lie while islands lost, dissolve the time. The ice is forming

Watching through your crystal eyes I fly in the wind of your lies, the wind brings me back by the sea, where the foam of the waves melts with dreams.