Maybe ordinary boreness has deprived
me of that warlike
force which would be able to dim the stars
and win the course of season
soul once fair and relentless
has changed my mind
spread through the transcendent
and is searching for salvation.
Time runs on, on a sharp blade
and when it reaches the end
we will be part of universe
a fist of sand scattered in the wind.
So I feel that your heart is belonging to me,
in the sand was written that we were meant to be.
You too will have the same destiny
we feel the same sensations go toward the same end
you prevented me from being myself
you fooled me to be
free and fire that was burning inside of me.
Now has calmed down and shines in my eyes
that show the sign of fight.