Maybe we shouldn't care too much.
Let's hit the coming of life.
Maybe should dance a little too.
Let's burn heads as soon as possible
My head is poetry.
My breath is a poet.
I keep turning around in large times.
Hope is the cure.
Blend with fears.
Yesterday was early, tomorrow is late.
Now my recovery is possible.
Until the heads touch the pillow
No thinking tonight.
Maybe we shouldn't care too much.
Let's hit the coming of life.
Maybe should dance a little too.
Let's burn heads as soon as possible
Maybe we shouldn't care too much.
Let's hit the coming of life.
Maybe should dance a little too.
Time burns even if you don't want it.
My heart is the forest.
My tongue is a mess.
Don't come near with fire, I can't burn forever
We should live now with shining tomorrows.
We will write on it, whatever remains from the past.