Everything I'll write for sure will disapear
Everything I'll say wasn't said
The same story of providence
lays on my chest of drawers
Now the big room
and in it the silence of the sea
and in the hereafter maybe stillness
I light a lantern and a weak light
cuts through the drakness
I won't drown won't drown
won't drown
Little by little I'm carried away
As if the white landscape mixes
with a heat view
The power to understand and the courage to change
To jump from point to point
The journey hints on its end
and if I'm his how am I his
if I'm his