In The Middle - Daniel Triana

In the middle of the sea, waves crash around me.

I’m lost, I’m lost.

Come and find me.

I’m looking for you.

Come and find me.

I’m waiting for you.

Come and find me.

The sun goes down, the wind pulls my sails — gentle sounds.

It’s like a cold hand has been placed on me.

And it’s pointing to where I should be.

But I’m still trying to decide — make up my own mind!

But the cold is called «Reality».

The cold and the wet don’t matter because, everything is fine.

The scenes in this place belong in another — place and time.