Bad luck isn't truth,
free falling,
neither the weight of my freedom
without making up my mind.
I looked at the emptiness and I surrendered,
I looked for glory and I didn't found itm
I closed my eyes and I trembled
and into that luck I buried myself.
Oh little angel who sees me
without making up my mind
I cross my fingers again,
free falling,
I prefer the jump rather than wait
to make up my mind.
I let go his hand one day
free falling
I lost the profession of waiting
and regreting
after the vertigo the peace,
then the abyss and the anxiety
like a hell diver,
speeding up even more.
Oh little angel who sees me
without making up my mind
I cross my fingers again,
free falling,
I prefer the jump rather than wait
to make up my mind.