The stage is my home, where I open myself.
Send you my messages, live, from where is all this coming from? I want to know…
I decide not to dream and I am empty but clean.
If only day could be so short. If only night could be so long. Oh, yes.
I know, oh, yes I see some place where we never can be. Don’t believe, every single day counts.

-Era Chorna-