When the moon falls upon the sea,
No longer knows where to reflect itself,
With so much garbage it's not an easy task.
And the Aurora here, of Borealis,
Has nothing to do but get up early,
How many crazy dreams,
So many sleepless nights,
How many broken silence...
You want me to become a shooting star,
And I have little lights, I cannot light up.
Planets know I'm not up for stories,
Comets ask me if I'm needy of love,
And I tell them I'm not,
It shoots me so many bullets that I live in a firing line.
It's already been some time I have been needing you,
I travel through the cosmos trying to reach your side and your voice,
Again whispers in my ear as a cannon does its shoot,
Directly to my heart,
I enter the black hole without any solution.
After this halt,
If I get back my breath,
I want to think that if I want I can,
I want to think that I need to see you,
Life is not the same if I can't die,
In your lap, weren't I so lucky,
Always see you...
I need to see you,
Life is not the same if I can't die,
In your lap, weren't I so lucky,
What do you think I need to become?
And not even with a crane you'll take me out,
Because my armor is so heavy,
With so many dead hours,
It's a harsh task.
I want to go down your waist,
I want to untie your tethers,
Steal your crazy dreams,
Steal your sleepless nights,
Steal your broken silence...
You want me to become a shooting star,
And I have little lights, I cannot light up.
Planets know I'm not up for stories,
Comets ask me if I'm needy of love,
And I tell them I'm not,
It shoots me so many bullets that I live in a firing line.
It's already been some time I have been needing you,
I travel through the cosmos trying to reach your side and your voice,
Again whispers in my ear as a cannon does its shoot,
Directly to my heart,
I enter the black hole without any solution.
If my pants fall,
If my imagination escapes,
I want to think that if I want I can,
I want to think that I need to see you,
Life is not the same if I can't die,
In your lap, weren't I so lucky,
Always see you...
You want me to become a shooting star,
And I have little lights, I cannot light up.
Planets know I'm not up for stories,
Comets ask me if I'm needy of love,
And I tell them I'm not,
It shoots me so many bullets that I live in a firing line.
It's already been some time I have been needing you,
I travel through the cosmos trying to reach your side and your voice,
Again whispers in my ear as a cannon does its...
Planets know I'm not up for stories,
Comets ask me if I'm needy of love,
And I tell them I'm not,
It shoots me so many bullets that I live in a firing line.
It's already been some time I have been needing you,
I travel through the cosmos trying to reach your side and your voice,
Again whispers in my ear as a cannon does its shoot.