At the horizon, I see a light,
not so bright, but I see a light,
through the paradox of burning mind
and frozen night,
I see a light.
In this darkness so dark,
I see a ray, a ray of hope,
making me believe,
somewhere far away from this world,
of dancing shadows,
and frightening cries,
there exists a light.
At the thin line,
of fantasy and reality,
I see a dream, a new dream,
shaking rigid walls of an Orthodox castle,
and I hear a voice, a loud voice
breaking the spell of silence.
And then, I overlook the horizon,
to peek into my heart,
and I see a face, a familiar face,
but with some desire in its eyes,
yes, I see a desire,
a desire to be the flame,
eager to burn, eager to be the sun.
Now I realise, the horizon is just a mirror,
reflecting my dream, reflecting my heart,
in my heart, I find my LIGHT.