Walking on the damp soil
Into the infinity of my thoughts
Rain hides my sensations...
And makes disappear my perception of time
Crawling... [bad word] between ethereal teardrops...
I think about the past and it can't no longer be

Glimmers of life with you...
With your contact... with your wishes
I could finally be a part of this weak race
That loves, suffers and hopes
Hopes in a world always pleased and joyful
What a pathetic belief
When all that I desired, believed and lived falls to pieces
Where are you... when my world [bad word] to end?

Only your voice
Could save me from this void…
'cause this will be my last cut..