So that my icon won't be shattered.
So that I will be saved among uniques and odds.
So that I will get a place in their parnasus.
So that they will give me a little corner in their altars.
They came to ask me to repent.
They came to ask me not to lose.
They came to ask me to get undefined.
They came to offer so much shit.
I don't know what fate is.
Walking, I became what I am.
Let god be the one divine.
I'll die as I lived.
I'll die as I lived.
I want to keep defending lost causes.
I want to be more left than right.
I want to make a united congress.
I want to deeply pray a "Holy Son".
They'll say that being crazy is old fashioned.
They'll say that people is bad and non worthy,
but I'll keep dreaming being mischievous,
maybe, to multiply bread and fishes.
I don't know what fate is.
Walking, I became what I am.
Let god be the one divine.
I'll die as I lived.
I'll die as I lived.
I'll die as I lived.
As I lived.
I'll die as I lived.
They say that they will drag me over rocks
when the revolution ends.
That they will smash my hands and mouth.
That they will take my eyes and my clapper.
May it be that stubbornness was born with me.
The stubbornness of what is now stubborn.
The stubbornness of assuming a foe.
The stubbornness of living without having a price tag.
I don't know what fate is.
Walking, I became what I am.
Let god be the one divine.
I'll die as I lived.
I'll die as I lived.