I only throw the words
I only throw the words, the words
Sometimes I feel that a wolf is howling and I look to see
If it is following me like Spain, accidentally
I only thought that we are our story, and on the contrary
I'm choking
If time leaves a mark, start running
I convert myself into a thought and you don't see me
You can see it, they are keys
I hear a scream that I can't understand inside me
If I close my ears, my freedom goes away
And yes, I ignore it if it draws an ogre, and if I leave it makes a rap
And if I grow, I would become Peter Punk
How do you hear my words?
If you can't understand me, I can't understand you, and vice-versa
That there are things that don't depend on the interpreter
You, you and a woman who masters the clapperboard1
I can dance, but who is singing?
I move on impulses, I'll admit
That what I can't do is being a gentleman
The man and the gentleman
I hear a scream that I can't understand inside me
If I close my ears, my freedom goes away
And yes, I ignore it if it draws an ogre, and if I leave it makes a rap
And if I grow, I would become Peter Punk
Yes, I don't chase after it
If someone clears the paths, they go away right in front of me
If I shut, it becomes a hurricane
And if I tie myself more and more
My handbell will be played in my funeral
And I don't want it to last forever
(Flying)
I hear a scream that I can't understand inside me
If I close my ears, my freedom goes away
And yes, I ignore it if it draws an ogre, and if I leave it makes a rap
And if I grow, girl, know that I would become Peter Punk
And yes, I ignore it if it draws an ogre, and if I leave it makes a rap
Flying, flying, Peter Punk
1. I don't know what he meant in this line