Near the End of the World

I dropped a few shells on my way
 Far is the dune of the ruby sand,
 Where I would sit
 And watch the time stopping by.
 I crossed a village made of ice,
 White silent houses weep at night.
 A lake that never breaks
 Held the echo of her name.
 I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;
 I followed the road of no return.
 She might find me
 Near the end of the world.
 I saw candles burning on a hill;
 The light or the thought remained still.
 The horizon was disguised
 As a long corridor.
 So I picked a few thorns on the road;
 The sense of the arrows
 Showed me where.
 The catcher in my dream
 Drew a portrait of her.
 I went straight, the labyrinth collapsed;
 I followed the road of no return.
 And never looked behind.
 I'm almost there
 And there's no coming back;
 I followed the road of no return.
 She might find me
 Near the end of the world.