When you left, my life was turned into night
I'm strong but today I inevitably had to cry
My house is not really mine nor this place belongs to me
I'm alone and I can't hold it inside, I have so many things to say
I let my voice out on the road, I don't want to stop
My way is made of stones, how am I supposed to dream?
A dream made of breeze that the wind comes to kill
I'll put an end to my weeping, I'll wish to die
I keep on with life and little by little I forget about you
I don't want to die anymore, there's so much to live for!
I want to love again, and if it doesn't work I won't suffer
I dream no longer, now I make my living with my own arms
I let my voice out on the road, I don't want to stop
My way is made of stones, how am I supposed to dream?
A dream made of breeze that the wind comes to kill
I'll put an end to my weeping, I'll wish to die