May be one day
the sky won't be grey
My world falling to rhapsody
killing step by step my lyric life
When i tried to understand how it goes
I didn't find someone who knows
Why my son is dark
and my moon is pragmatic
and all the people say
that's really fantastic

singing words
they don't understand the meaning
every time I heard them
I started dreaming
They told me many times
that their nothing
is better than my everything
when I started to express my point of view
I discovered that staying alive
is already something