(Music, Lyrics: Nicos Papadopoulos)
You were talking to me about long journeys
I was looking scared at the scars in you arm
And answered "this road leads nowhere"...
One night you fainted like a star
Have a good journey
On this your last trip my friend
Your name and a number
Will be reported in the news
That dream my friend
Was not yours
They lend it to you
In exchange for slow death
Your friends had given you up
They said your death was imminent
And only your mother
Will weep for you
Your dreams resembled moored ships
Only the dust gave you wings, you used to say
Then one of those nights your courage failed you
And you set sail alone cutting your moorings