Estoico

I can't reach it, I can't get there
Time is running out
Talking doesn't help at all
Silence, silence
Nothing is that important
Nothing will remain
I'll turn death into a gateway
To felt dreams
And live without a thing to think about
Just in how I live
Don't cry, don't cry
No one is a part of you
Nothing will remain
Your body wasted
In its natural fate
Endless course