Marco Polo

In a cold cell thinking of my life
Writing memories of magic east.

Leaving from my town
Walking the long silk road
I've passed many stranger countries.

Travelling in my journey
I have see
Illusion and reality
Mile after mile
I've touched the creation of God.

Long in time is the road that leads me
To live all my dreams in a magic and distant land
Climbing mountains, hills, plains and desert places
I came to know a golden land in the far east
Its magical dream.

Learning a new life I built my way
To trade and to speak with a new world.

Eighteen years are gone I am back to home
Then in the war I was taken prisoner.

Travelling in my journey I have see illusion and reality
Mile after mile I've touched the creation of God.

Long in time is the road that leads me
To live all my dreams in a magic and distant land
Climbing mountains, hills, plains and desert places
I came to know a golden land in the far east
Its magical dream.