There is a threshold, a point of no return
Whether this is the end or not, take off my disguise
And don't let our home get ruined
The most ferocious inertia takes me far
There is a fishing line, a bundle that tangles up our rooms
Sew me your goodbye, receive a signal
And pull the hook mercilessly
I will be the wound, the bandage and the pain
The most ferocious inertia takes me far
Come, gale! Come and sweep my papers
We don't care anymore
If I'm not the one I was yesterday and we don't have any fuel to come back
I will be the wound, the bandage and the pain
The most ferocious inertia takes me far, tosse me into its cyclone
We will be like ships colliding
We will fall slowly
What a ferocious inertia!
I'm riding its cyclone!
We will follow the fishing line
With no fuel to come back
We will follow the fishing line
With no fuel to come back
We will follow the fishing line
With no fuel to come back
I will cross the new threshold
With no fuel to come back