It's not cold outside
and it makes me desperate
not to blossom again.
It's very dark
behind this wall
you don't see me
you don't see me
I don't feel the fire anymore
and I'm going blind
and I don't know
I don't know
and the truth is this
and sometimes it's hard for me to understand
that I don't know.
I'm living very slowly
I'm tasting very little
and I hear so many voices
that don't know me
that don't see
that I don't know
if I'm inside
because I don't find myself.
And you don't see me.
You don't see me.
I'm living very slowly
I'm tasting very little
and I don't feel the fire anymore
and I'm going blind
and I don't know
the truth is this
and it's almost always hard for me
to understand
that I don't know it
that I don't know it.