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.