At the end of the world

I remember that
I was all alone
I was on my way
and I met a storm
In the open space
looking for a place
to endure the storm
I came at that door

“Welcome wanderer, whoever you are
Come and sit, ‘till the end of the storm
you can’t go away”
So I said “I’ll stay”
And they said “Let the stories begin...”

For you have reached the place out of time
where you wait for the end of the storm
Where you drink and get warm, and you meet some good strangers
you listen to stories and tell yours in return
Words, tonight, melt into colours
in the stories you’ll hear there's all your life
Raise the glass, make a toast
to the Lord of all Stories
and forget the flowing of time

So the light goes dim
and the tale begins
it’s a tale of dreams
of a city’s dreams
Then a fairy folk
tells about his luck
A young sailor tells
of sea wonders
And these strangers
coming from afar
they are talking of death and of life
And I listened all night
and I laughed and cried
and I told my story too

For you have reached the place out of time
where you wait for the end of the storm
Where you drink and get warm, and you meet some good strangers
you listen to stories and tell yours in return
Words, tonight, melt into colours
in the stories you’ll hear there's all your life
Raise the glass, make a toast
to the Lord of all Stories
and forget the flowing of time

So the storm was gone
and the sky had become
like a road of stars
And then from afar
we saw them in flight
breaking through the night:
a procession with
tears and mystery

Were they vision or real,
Figures in a dream?
Then I met the gaze of a girl, in the end
“Give a tear, a goodbye”
Silently I cried
and my song faded into the night