This cruel dawn came to me, she brought the whispers of the old river:
"Came sail with me". He whispered: "come sail with me"
"Your memories, your old memories, they sail with me"
I kept running to the gate and my memories moved on
To find the lakes beneath my lids, to find the bars of my "own cage
You see, this wolf built a dam
Now my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
They welled up
Oh my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
And If it breaks, when it breaks
I will be broken too
How could I believe that this rose was meant for me?
So I turned and I fell to the old river
As I went down into his arms, I had to find the roots of this rose
I went further down, moving against the thorns
Until I found them, they were waiting for me
Now my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
They welled up
Oh my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
And if it breaks, when it breaks, I will break
Now my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
They welled up
Oh my memories, they are crawling up against the dam
And if it breaks, when it breaks, I will be broken too