A fonte [English translation]

What's wrong with me

I can't find shelter

My own country is enemy field

And you pretend to see, but you don't

Wash your hands, for they'll knock at your door

But first you'll see your little children bringing in

the news

How many kids were killed this time?

Don't do to others

What you don't want to be done to you

You pretend not to see and it gives cancer

I don't know what I'm capable of

Hope, thy sheets smell like disease

And see from the fountain, I'm the miles ahead

I celebrate every day

My life and my friends

I believe in myself

And I'm still clean

You think you know

But you don't see that evilness is prejudice

What's wrong with me?

I know nothing and I'm still clean

Beside the white cypress

To the left of hell's entrance

There's the fountain of oblivion

I'll go further, I won't drink of this water

I get to the lake of memory

Where there's pure and fresh water

I tell the guardions of the entrance

"I'm the son of Earth and Heaven"

Give me what to drink, for I have an eternal thirst

Look into my eyes, I'm the torch-man

Take away my shame, liberate me from my guilt

Take this hate out of me, set me free from my fear

Look into my eyes, I'm the torch-man

And this is a love song

And this is a love song