I think of us from afar, from another sea, another house you don't know.
They call it 'hope' but sometimes it's another way of saying 'illusion'.
I think of us from afar and it's always like getting you a bit closer.
For every broken soul, love is blood, future and courage.
Sometimes you dream of sailing on fields of grain.
And in all returns, that beauty remains on one hand.
And now that you're not answering,
your thought makes more noise in the silence
and from there, you'll hear me if I shout.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
I am not.
Time doesn't wait, it hurts this sweet and mistrustful land.
And I've learnt to understand the indifference walking by your side.
But I've recognised my own fears in so many eyes.
And waiting is the secret I would like to teach you.
Ripen your fruit and your pain will no longer hurt you.
And now, look up,
defend your past with love
and from here, I'll feel you near me!
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid.
And then to leave you from afar,
even giving up on loving
as if love was a secret.
Closing your eyes for a moment
and then shooting at your fate in the middle of the sky.
For every trampled dream,
every time you have believed
in that sweat that is soaking your back,
embrace this wind
and you will feel that my breath is calmer.
I am not afraid
of what I can't understand.
I am not afraid
of what you can't see.
I am not afraid
of what I can't explain.
Of what will change us.