Voices (Versión en inglés)

The first word in my dreams   I could clearly see   Planet Eden high beyond the skies   Beautiful and sad   is this story I'll tell   of the winged travellers eager   'twas one day   the wind guided him where to go   like an eagle high above he flew   Waving from down below   he flew out of sight   into the mystical darkness   Neither a smile nor a cry   I gave when he left   feeling my spleen decline   And hoping   one day we'd fly over   back to the places we once shared   Where vessels glide   in silky waves and of gold   deep in the gulf such planet lies   Surrounded by this universe   of love and hate   confusion breaks through and dwells.   Cast a spell, from the old magic book.   Set a path.   In the black magic box, something strange will happen, it   will take you so far.   So try...We can fly, we have wing, we can touch floating   dreams.   Call me from so far through the wind in the light.   Someone came from the dark over from the stars.   Protecting my heart from crying.   Taken back by suprise my traveller returned.   What went wrong? Why did he change?