It's almost night, where will you be, good angel? I'm here, in a slow silence, counting the freedom. Your voice grows inside me, I sit at the piano and free my weight. I'm looking for who's not inside my reasons, but I don't have a heart anymore. What is now, is pure desire, impure honey. Without you, even the moon spreads above the city's mirror. In a time without age, it's hard to live. Only what will bloom dies, when it's spring again. Now, what I know, I don't know, I immerse myself in you. The love I deny, is pure honey. Without you, and only what will bloom lives. You are a dream, a pure body that doesn't weigh, always a little more. Now, next to me, I live in you. Pure honey. If you love me, I will save myself. You are my prayer, and I rise up to you.