Madness never had a teacher
For those that we are aimlessly rowing for ever.
In any other direction
In order not to tame the horses of exaltation.
The routine obscures the pupils,
That close themselves to the pleasures that remain.
Avalanche
We need the valuable time that you abandon
Without knowing what the hell to do with it.
We are the food
And someone is really hungry
There is no return to consciousness
After the madness of stormy love.
Avalanche
We still have things to do,
If you don't step, you become stagnant.
We still have things to say
And you do not talk.
Madness never had a teacher
For those that we are aimlessly rowing for ever.
Death will be an ornament
That I will place as the gift of my life.
The moon exercises strange influences
That contradict themselves and no one can decipher.
Avalanche