La Deriva

I've had time to unfold myself
And see my face in other lives
I already threw the stone into the center of the pond

I've buried tales and calendar
I've already exchanged the ball for gasoline
The forest has caught fire by igniting the shore

I've heard the rhythm of the fairground workers
Putting a price on my agony
Families of hedgehogs in their cold hands

We'll have to invent a way out
There's no rudder in the drift

You've had the pulse to hook me
Enlisted in suicidal armies
I entered the forest and didn't find the lookout

We'll have to invent a hideout
I don't want a rudder in the drift
Let each one take their measures
There's hope in the drift

We'll have to invent a way out
So destiny doesn't take our measures
There's hope in the drift