I want to fly, to rise up to there, hear my name scream in the cities, communicate my message to my brothers, just to savor the taste of reality. I have to vent this guilt I feel, forget this other stupid bitch, and then heal scars caused by the bites to be able to walk in the cold of forests. But tell me, it's possible to burn fuel, come down from the slopes, hurt oneself and smile. Tell me if I have to believe that everything is real, like the air of the sea that makes it all visible. Tell me it is possible to burn fuel, come down from the slopes, hurt oneself and smile. Tell me if I have to believe that everything is real, like the air of the sea that makes it all visible. I have nothing to say, I have nothing to laugh about, I broke these thorns and I started to live. I have nothing to say, I have nothing to laugh about, I broke these thorns and I started to live. So Marlena, sing to me to travel, if evening comes, we will learn to look at the full moon. Love, don't listen to the song of these sirens that I don't want to deny, because the time is now, let's forget the fear, let's write the memory, let's say it naked and raw, yes, but in the form of poetry, because I'm not afraid. Here the night is burning, here the night is burning. But tell me, it's possible to burn fuel, to get down the steep road and hurt yourself and smile. Tell me if I have to believe that everything is real, like the air of the sea that makes it all visible. Tell me, it's possible to burn fuel, to get down the steep road and hurt yourself and smile. Tell me if I have to believe that everything is real, like the air of the sea that makes it all visible. I have nothing to say, I have nothing to laugh about, I broke these thorns and I started to live. I have nothing to say, I have nothing to laugh about, I broke these thorns and I started to live. I have nothing to say.