These Are the Days (A Cappella)

On a road to an unknown destination

full of hope and some illusions,

we feel like coming home.

No look back, 'cause this journey’s a temptation

leading to our peaceful haven,

but still our doubts will come.

On an exit road we turned the car.

We saw lightning bolts and shooting stars

and we say: these are the days.

We are dreamers of reality

being fearless through curiosity.

And we say:

These are the days.

Fields of grapes draw the lines to build the landscapes.

We see water filling blue lakes.

Oh, what a royal sight!

Silent hills seem to grow to reach the sunset.

Man, I bet everyone did forget:

The land beyond is bright!

On an exit road we turned the car.

We saw lightning bolts and shooting stars

and we say: these are the days.

We are dreamers of reality

being fearless through curiosity.

And we say:

These are the days.