On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, follow the faraway calling.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, walk as a solitary soul shared between the two of us.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, feel wrapped in the seclusion of the depth of the night.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, stroll beside the appalling towering walls of the night, and under the mysterious roof of its misty gray heaven.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, walk on the same revolting dark asphalt, that cares a little about anyone\'s hopelessness, or about his miserable feelings.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, walk beneath the same dark trees, and beneath their depressingly dancing phantoms on their tops.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, pass through the ruins of desolated houses, and over the soil of old cemeteries.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, carry our blessed heaven within our hearts.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, feel the glorious triumph of the holy love.
On the same road, we are going to walk together, trust our intuition, know together that the shroud of the dismal night will be, for every carrier of the holy love, the real upcoming daylight.