Me veo despertándome en un vagón de metro en marcha, llevando como compañero a un increíble dolor.. mientras pensaba las típicas preguntas ‘¿Dónde estoy?’ ‘ ¿Qué hago aquí?’ Porque la de quien soy mas o menos la recordaba.. Sabiendo en el fondo que todo no había hecho más que empezar...
Unos años después aquí estoy, maldito por la misma coyuntura...
Fifty years ago:
Maybe I just need some help
because mine , isn’t done for me
Maybe mine is yours
and you’re free to go, I’ll lay here till you’re back.. or
Maybe I want nothing from you
and I’ m just waiting for myself to set me free
to release me, to vanish me, from sadness,
to be with you, until the end, like I always was, like it always ll be
Thoughts flying high, electric mind,
Dreams and attitudes, shining light,
Smiling face, will of willing
till the end of the beginning
Darkness around me living, my all is nearly death
Scared waiting for this moment, how long will I be on earth
recovering from this threat,
Time arrived, talking from the deathland,
People are taking their lives on, while time here is a broken clock
Out of legality, everything turn easier,
Out of this, you become lonely,
Just could watch, How a whole world,
run out of my hands,
Then there was nothing, no dreams, no hope,
No life, no chance, no love..
And if there is a muse! I’m her scar!
If there is a secret! I keep it a far!
If there is a way this is how I ll go!
If there is a truce, hell is what I choose!
Ohhh Ohh OOhhhh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh OOhhhh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh fifty years ago!
This is my face, Hiding some things
Which barely Make me smileee,
This is my body, Covered in scars,
Ive counted ‘em one by oneee,
And if there’s a muse! I’m her scar!
If there is a secret! I keep it a far!
If there is a way this is how I ll go!
If there is a truce, hell is what I choose!
Ohhh Ohh OOhhhh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh OOhhhh fifty years ago!
Ohhh Ohh fifty years ago!
