Fin, 2, 3

I'm the one who covered your pain
until the end of the century.
Two and not three
before you, before me... wounded.

I know I came back and suffered
because of that detour.

You, me, end, two, three.

Role I played
without knowing, without thinking
the same.
I was a hostage of the captor
and grew in five minutes.

Today I jump into the void,
I know very well where I'm going.
I don't hang by a thread,
I know very well where I am.

Faith in knowing how to contemplate
the dark path.
Faith in understanding
that I left and left your world.

Today I jump into the void...