You should put behind
Your pride, your self for love
If your a slave to your pride
Let your highness set you free
Without taking notice of it
They change your way of thinking
In the demobilized state of your emotions
They play the art called love
You should put behind
Your pride, your self for love
If your a slave to your pride
Let your highness set you free
It´s not called life what you live
It´s clearly ha harakiri
The people you take as a role model
Are "rich of fears", poor of emotions"
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
They try to cross with black pen
On your feelings
They dissapear, and hang
Their sculpture of loneliness
It´s not called life what you live
It´s clearly ha harakiri
The people you take as a role model
Are "rich of fears", poor of emotions"
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri
Ha ha ha, ha harakiri