Aquel sendero

That path speaks to me of luck
and the messenger stays silent, denying even what I saw
I’m not afraid if your love lies to me...
if I was a warrior, it’s because your trace brought me here
*That path, oh!
that path...(want something strong?)
it’s the fire that leads me to you...*
(And if you want to see me somewhere, just throw yourself into the night
and search in the darkest corners of your memory.
Where were you in the hard times... huh? Where were you, tell me?)
That path is born from the night
your love I wait for, and little by little I escape even from myself....