An Addict 

So many dreams that you've been wandring through Many tales to tell you

So much time has passed; it doesn't seem that I will learn how to make it stop

This forest is a loop

Lord, I have tasted from the sweetest flower ever made, and soon I became an addict

Wandring through the woods, seeking for the scent - a kind of potion, the kind that makes you happy being chained

So marvelous at a sunrise, but only moon-light makes it bloom

All the green surrounds it, the magic they consume

What is that feeling, this endless blind?

What did I got into? now I can't get her out of my mind

So may dreams that you've been wandring trough
Many tales to tell you So much time has passed; it doesn't seem that I will learn how to make it stop
This forest is my loop

Lord, I have tasted from the strongest drug was ever made

So many dreams, many dreams that you've been wandring trough
Many tales, many tales to tell you