Searching angrily for a memory That fits with my soul's
uprising, in my deepest i set the nasty counsel which
changes my friendship image and mean it to take on the look
of violence, so buried things come back to light more and
more, and I'm almost surprised at crowd of
memories that help me 'cause what yesterday had been
cleaned today is settled with a back shruggin' and the look
of who doesn't care anything anymore.
Tide up I let the memories get mixed up and scatter reasons
and charges are used up and the strict counsel keeps quiet
so I give up any excuse and let the other people think as
they want,
I want to be deceived, by this elation
like a moment in the night in the night that sends away
sense of foolishness, like a hot woman in a seeming
founding of two single existences who sends away
thoughts which make pride wretched.
I know that everything is like before and everywhere
I know that maybe my solitary nature never leave me alone
I know that everything will be clear just at the end and
otherwise it will go on and on.
Tide up I let the memories get mixed up and scatter reasos
and charges are used up
And the strict counsel keeps quiet so I give up any excuse
and let the other people think as they want
I want to be deceived by this elation
like a moment in the night
That sends away sense of foolishness like a hot woman
In a seeming founding of two single existences.