La Roca

Back to hell, I embrace the sleeplessness,
I am overcome by the desire to fly,
Creating a world in this dormant solitude.
I'm tired of being the rock in this sea,
I prefer the wear, don't burn me with your salt.
If you want, burn me with your living freedom...
The sky opened its arms to you prematurely,
And I can't stop bleeding...
The mystery is bitter and the truth is confusing...
Drain the foam, the rage spreads,
Throughout this delicate vanity,
It's coloring your path with old colors.
It's not that you think destiny changed me,
I follow the rhythm of your soul, I follow the rhythm of the drum,
Creating a world in this dormant solitude.