The voice inside shouts, and when it is so bitch presses
I let her say everything, this time it is what it is
The sky opens up after the rain cries
It rests on the faces, heavy
I spread my legs here, sitting on the bank of the embankment
With a prophecy on the chasm
Almost convinced that it is going to take place
And I try to imagine where the river will go
I 'm forced to fast by necessity
To find me again
I let it flow
You want to know where I am now
I'm like under a storm
Neither an umbrella nor a bathrobe
protect me from evil
These hands say who I am
If I turn around, I know that nothing is the same
This love -that sometimes imprisons-
protects me from evil
And I swear to you on my name, I know what it looks like certain anger
I have its meat in the canines and I'm tasting what secrets it knows
You reiterate that blind indifference reaps victims
And now I know why I should protect myself
The drops of sweat on the dust
The will that drips from the front that
Will tell about me, that I loved running
You want to know where I am now
I'm like under a storm
Neither an umbrella nor a bathrobe
protect me from evil
These hands say who I am
If I turn around, I know that nothing is the same
This love -that sometimes imprisons-
protects me from evil
The unusual cliché of my confession
Fat and petrol ignite the air
You can smell it
The earth moves
You want to know where I am now
I'm like under a storm
Neither an umbrella nor a bathrobe
protect me from evil
These hands say who I am
If I turn around, I know that nothing is the same
This love -that sometimes imprisons-
protects me from evil