i´m building a fort in the air
and there´s a voice that calls
saddle your horse

abscondence, abscondence from myself
regardless of my wealth 

i'm flying [bad word] worlds incautious
i guess a voice is calling
i´m just crawling

abscondence, abscondence from myself
out of my - out of my - out of my cell

in good and bad times - you´re by my side
oh my horse
my shiny beauty - solid as a rock
i [bad word] in you

this legends
they are build - they are build in...
no limitations
they are just on my mind
they are, they are ... they are, they are

one nightly strange experience
that's pure irony
your prison gives me one more chance
a silent symphony

abscondence, abscondence from myself
out of my - out of my - out of my cell

listen, roger, for all this years you´ve been my jade
strong and smooth, with a soul made of gold, [bad word] - a [bad word] grandeur

you´re my jade (you are my)
made of gold (made of gold)
you´re my jade (you are my)
made of gold (made of gold)
you are my jade!

all this adventures are born in my mind
inflamed through the night ... my dreams so bright
there´s just disorder
where´s my safe harbour

all this emotions i bury inside
when i strawl through the night on my horse so pride
there´s just disorder
where´s my safe harbour