With a guitar and a song I was spreading the voice, meeting many people. I gathered a great number of shining spirits...

And felt faith in a dream..

But the song was deafened with time by the bustle of a concrete mess. The chaos of human stupidity and the selfish world of politics and money. A world with no heart. Monotonous insanity...

I wanted to leave, but was tied by my feelings for other people. So I stayed in town, like a bird with folded wings.

I carried on with the song, true and proud. I’ve never accepted the rules of a cold world, but remained loyal to my own way. During that period I accomplished many crafts, many skills. But later I tasted the injustice of those who’ve been preaching a lie. The perfidy of those who owned titles and were buying their "sway". And then I saw the fate of the world lying in the hands of fools. In the claws of hyenas. So I stepped in their way. Face to face. I was standing lonely and silent. Decided...

..And I found myself chained in a dungeon of their drivel. I was enclosed by coldness and dark for a long, long time.

With wounded heart, with broken wings. Entangled...

At night, I often listened to the cry of the scented winds that were arriving over distant forlorn paths. I absorbed the weeping call of the distance. The smell of freedom. An eternal call of nature...

Soon the voice went silent, and I thought that the flame in my heart died...

It was a dark night, the darkest night of my life. The last ray of light vanished together with her eyes. The last links cracked under the clash of the final wrath. The chain broke to pieces. And wind led me away. Far, far away...

I was treading through the night, leaving behind the cold grey walls of the city. And I sensed a loneliness, and darkness that was swallowing my way. I was observing stars, captured up in an endless expanses of universe. I couldn’t feel the sign, nor the voice. Just darkness. And pain.

With head lifted I fell down on my knees, asking the skies to restore my strength, but in vain.

I raised my arms. Still nothing...

When I finally lost my hope, the wind uttered a sound. Nature quivered. The sky smiled.

One star flashed, and showed me the way...

The star set sail and disappeared, only the moon remained that rose upon the horizon. I was walking toward the distance, conducted by remarkable strength. The voice that was muffled once by mess became strong and bright. Became keen.

Crystal clear...

..Shadows tried to kill the dream. The beautiful dream, that had been dreamt by noble people...through the long history of the world...

But the dream never dies. It remains in the shiny depths of the human heart. And dreams. Dreams like the seed that waits for the light to touch a fertile ground. Waits for a ray to open the hearts, for men to understand. For reason to arrive.

And to finally come to life. Once and for all...