Where will you be tomorrow, I’ ll be there.
I will feel the thirst and you’ll be there
at your source of depravity/blasphemy,
at the light of your fire I’ll quench my thirst.
I only have, I only have you in whom to believe.
When it’ll be tomorrow you’ll get out
from the coldness without end, child of darkness.
I’m still not prepared to sing for you
a sweet Turkish lament, rock’ n roll.
I only have, I only have you in whom to believe.
I only have, I only have you for eternity.
I’ll give you my soul I’ll give you my body.
I’m still not prepared.
I’m still not prepared.
I’m still not prepared
and I won’t follow you.
I have to go.
I’m still not prepared.
I still have to go.
I won’t follow you.
It’s sufficient to close the eyes
my prayers, your name
I don’t want any more.
When the day finishes
and this darkness comes
it’s sufficient to close the eyes
to forget your name
not mention it any more.
When the day finishes
and this dejection comes
it’s sufficient to close the eyes.
There you can give up.
A jump into oblivion
into meanders =depth, where pain won’t put its foot = enter
Heart, heart, heart