Two old paintings
on one wall
that I want to take off,
Without the mirrors,
I tore them off myself
to not look back
And if I couldn't see it,
if I didn't want to hear it,
at least I could regain
my freedom.
Nothing weighs on me,
I have to make good use of it,
the wind is in favour.
I have no debts,
maybe a month of rent,
but I don't owe you anything
And if I couldn't see it,
if I didn't want to hear it,
at least I could regain
my freedom.
I will be here, I want to be here.
I was stunned a bit
but I don't want to complain
I swear to you, I won't complain
Not even about you,
and time will put
everything at its place.
And if I couldn't see it,
if I didn't want to hear it,
at least I could regain
my freedom.
Maybe I won't run again,
but I started walking,
luckily I could regain
my freedom.