If silence will be my compromise I'm sure, I can nevermore look at the mirror If I've to conceal my attitude I'll be quixotic only in my head I'll fight with (the) windmill in my brain Every wound will be for my dignity But I owe something to my idealism And I owe something to you
What I say is a need for what I am Is a cage for me My dirty home, my beloved maimedness I believed in what I say more than I ever believed in me I believed (in) and created my laws and they created my actions, my being
When I realize that words are gone I also realise that I failed How can I believe that words can change If I can't change me How can I expect the other's aid With this blood in my hands How can I pretend that people love If I just can't feel
If I need to comprehend It's for my thirst of cognising men But with you, my pier, my mate It's not a form of egotism, I only want to bar the gap Between me, you and the rest.
The right, the rational, the good The love, the hope, the desire The depravation, the gravity, the pain Words that move or words that kill
I want you to be filled of me I want you to live of me I want to be disgusted of me I want you to have a surfeit of me
I just want you to look at me When I will die at your feet
And I'm trying to put an end In a chapter never closed It's a ring-a-ring-o'roses Everybody down the ground Everybody up
In consequence of this I'm sailing over here In search of me in you, This travel will never have a closure In consequence of this I'm searching all around, With my lantern, Diogenes, the man, the man that I amTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
