A fonte [English translation]

What's wrong with me

I can't find shelter

My country is hostile field

And you pretend to see, but you don't

Wash your hands for it’s at your door they’ll knock

But first you'll see your little children bringing 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 that gives cancer

I don't know what I'm capable of anymore

Hope, thy sheets smell like disease

And see that 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

It’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 guardians of the entrance

"I'm son of Earth and Heaven"

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

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

Take away this shame, free me from this guilt

Rip away this hate, set me free from this fear

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

And this is a love song

And this is a love song