A long long time ago i can still remember… How i tried to make english poems and how i saw that silly face on a fake pure night in an old scene picture. That look you made on that trip to an imaginary suburn world. I saw a long way down to me and I arrived to Don´t know where land. Ohh that lullaby song the birds still singing keeps me dreaming for romantic adventures in this cold truth i´ve make myself believe. If I could be the melody in Hoppipolla and embrace Sigur Ros with you my never ending walk would be my independent song.