How I scribble sheets of paper remembering you
How you make me talk in the silence
How you never go away from my desires
Although nooone ever sees me with you
And how the time passes
That suddenly turns into years
Without you passing by me and stopping
I'll give you a song if I open up a door
And out of the shadows you appear
I'll give you a song at the break of dawn
When I most want your light
I'll give you a song when you seem to be
The mystery of love
And if you don't seem it
It won't matter
I'll give you this song
If I poke my head outside a little, and I freeze in my steps
The city collapses with me there singing
The people that love me and hate me
Are never going to forgive me
How they distract me!
They believe that I say it all
That I gamble my life
Because they don't know you
Nor do they feel you
I'll give you a song and I'll make a speech
About my own right to speak
I'll give you a song with my two hands
The same hands that have killed
I'll give you a song and say "Native land"
And I'll keep on speaking for you
I'll give you a song
Like a gunshot
Like a book
Like a word
Like a guerilla
Like I give my love