We are a so called half circle
And half of a moon 
We are what we are 
The sun that never sleeps in June 
Or middle of a long road, we walked in
Can not go any further or return 
We are an iceberg of sadness 
Travelling alone towards the south 
And one day , it will be burnt 
We know our dreams in a crocodile’s mouth
So, let’s give ourselves to the wine, once again
And forget about that pain
We can not live in the wakefulness
Let’s diving into another coma