A midnight melancholy 
Rolling down 
The old cold stream
Hesitant to trust 
The existence 
Of her very own dream

An obscure night dressed in a symphony 
Passing by 
The tale of two lost cities 
Reluctant to believe,
The existence
Of all mortal adversities 

And far across the great seas 
A world awaits to be revealed
To see the first ray of life
To feel the first kiss of her love