Ehé Toná - The Tempest

Our dreams are ending
These were our actors
This was the play

As I foretold you
They were all spirits
And are melted into air

And so, this vanishing vision
The cloud crowned towns
The solemn temples
The great globe itself
Yeah, all shall dissolve

And like, this insubstantial game fades
Leaving nothing behind

We are dreams, our little lives
Rounded with sleep
Dreams made on dreams

Will you keep sleeping, quite comfortably?
Or will you awake?

Written by:
Emiliano Marquez

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