Naufragio

I'm just a bird that was flying but got tired;
let me perch among the branches of your heart.
When I looked, it was so dark that I couldn't see
and I crashed head-on into the wall of stupidity.

I keep waiting and the hours are running out
in the same place where you return now.
Remnants of a shipwreck brought by the waves...

Made of cardboard. If everything is fake, everything is made of cardboard.
Why search among ashes for an explanation
if in the end time is running out and that's the worst;
the clock's needles have pierced my skin.

I keep waiting and the hours are running out
in the same place where you return now.
Remnants of a shipwreck brought by the waves...