Elegiré

The path is bad
And nowadays it's hard to stay straight
The only thing I can do is not have secrets
I walk step by step and that's how the stories are written
And the mic is not a crime
It's a way for them not to say a word
And now I feel your breath like a flame

I see my wound closing in your bed
Lie to me playing that nothing scares you
You know that
I will choose, we will choose, to fly, to fly
To sink our feet
In muds of vulgarity

I told the road
Calm down
I don't feel like seeing your end
I go slowly, I go so calmly
That even the hours go backwards
There are people in a hurry who step on us
But I want to fly and escape like Icarus

I will show you the world from above
I will give you the art of birds
Grab onto my wings but quickly
I invite you to a rapacious flight, a romantic flight
To reconquer what was stolen from us
To see the sea again without trash by its side

I will choose, we will choose, to fly, to fly
To sink our feet in muds of vulgarity
Children with masks of adult souls
Adult souls that hide behind masks
Dark spirits lurk at night
Dark spirits, they do not stop
Ghostly is their army and their walk

Alone we have to wait for the signal
And Babylon will burn tonight
The impure will burn even more
That they won't be able to defend themselves even with their shields
Babylon will burn tonight
I will choose, we will choose, to fly, to fly
To sink our feet in muds of vulgarity