Mara

We already know where the dead things are
Those faces of killers that come back
To tell us they never did anything
I don’t really know where to put all this sadness

Today let’s try to forget all the lies
I wouldn’t want to give you a kiss with such sorrow
That you feel those wounds again
Leaking their pain from old things

Mara, Mara, Mara
Let me sit here
Just to think about you
To look into your eyes, stars
Bigger than the Sun

In the end, life has this habit
Of mixing its dice in such a way
That no one can reach the peak
Without strictly suffering some rules

Today I know well where the dead things are
Don’t come at me with dark blessings
I just want a warm kiss from life
Without memories of torture and dictators