I'm coming to bow.
In front of your face and your virtue.
I'm coming back to ask you.
To bless my ways for the end.
Because victories and defeats.
Without you become the same.
And thread of this our love.
I unwinded first.
And who am I, who am I to judge you.
From golden dreams I'm waking you up, who am I.
Who am I to judge you.
Because my love is stones.
Burden and signs.
That you always used to share with me.
And received at least.
My love is stones.
Burden and signs.
That you always receive when everyone abbandon me.
Who yesterday swore on me.
Who am I to judge you.
I'm waking you from golden dreams.