There is plenty of room in our boats,
Yet we sail them alone.
It's hard to be delicate; it's hard to be honest;
It's hard, when you're lied to.
My mother didn't embrace me so that
I would stay silent today.
Don't be silent. Don't be silent.
We will lose ourselves there, where the wind takes you away forever.
It's scary, what's beyond there; it's scary for us, without our falsehoods;
It's scary, when there's no one waiting for you.
My mother didn't embrace me so that
I would stay silent today.
Don't wake me, mother.
Don't wake, don't wake, don't wake me!
Don't wake me. Don't wake me, mother.
In this house there are too many of 'those' in glass;
'Those' who I didn't save.
Don't wake me, mother.
Don't wake, don't wake, don't wake me!
Don't wake me. Don't wake me, mother.
In this house there are too many of 'those' in glass;
'Those' who I didn't save.
We will lose ourselves there, where the wind takes you away forever.
It's scary, what's beyond there; it's scary for us, without our falsehoods;
It's scary, when there's no one waiting for you.
My mother didn't embrace me so that
I would stay silent today.
Don't wake me, mother.
Don't wake, don't wake, don't wake me!
Don't wake me. Don't wake me, mother.
In this house there are too many of 'those' in glass;
'Those' who I didn't save.
Don't wake me, mother.
Don't wake, don't wake, don't wake me!
Don't wake me. Don't wake me, mother.
In this house there are too many of 'those' in glass;
'Those' who I didn't save.
I didn't save...