Blues de Dana
Arco Íris
Dana's Blues
The night falls cold, wet in my city,
my soul seeks the day, my hands seek peace,
how long is the agony, how difficult is the way out,
of this crossroads of being and not being anything.
And if you're there, scream at me again,
tell me where I'm going, tell me what you're like.
And I search for that memory,
an experience from other times,
perhaps it's hidden inside my brain.
Maybe it's further away, wrapped in my soul,
in the magical mirror that reflects and keeps,
the cure for my pain, it's the subtle link,
that connects yesterday and today.
It's so hard for me to find you
and yet I don't forget you
I feel like I have to look for you,
to get to know myself,
nostalgia from another moment,
gray stage of my element,
distant moment, very distant
