If what you claim is true, what are you doing here?
Filling the April month with poison
With your wire-like body that
Is not even a reflection of what it used to be.
If you've given up, what are you doing here?
You're like a broken rose in the trash
Why do you look at me this way?
Who do think you're fooling?
Your eyes are full of deep distress.
I will give you shelter
I will give you warmth
For you, my wounded little bird,
I will color melancholy in a shade of rose
Please don't say that you're okay.
You're a boat adrift
That sinks a bit more day by day
A boat adrift that
Doesn't want to see the lighthouse that guides it
If even in lava under the volcano
The most beautiful flowers continue to sprout
Why do you not want to cut
The thread from the spiral
That pushes and pushes
Glass inside your veins?
No, I won't leave you alone anymore
You will find a way out of here, wounded little deer of mine
I won't be able to sleep
As long as you are depressed
Please don't say that you're okay
You're a boat adrift
That sinks a bit more day by day
A boat adrift that
Does not want to see the lighthouse that guides it
You're a boat adrift
That sinks a bit more day by day
A boat adrift that
Does not want to see the lighthouse that guides it
...No, no, no