Voices of time
arrive, invade your interior,
so many alone,
one more ungrateful story of pain
What to fake for?
Being alone is so difficult
time has already come
the blood will stop flowing like rivers.
You will go out,
you will find your voice.
Nothing is achieved through your violence,
it won't be made.
I get lost in the air
like a tear that sadly falls to the river.
If I shut myself in,
if I don't call you it's because I can't take it anymore.
The rain cries
the memory gets wet and the breeze is filled with you.
You will go out,
you will find your voice.
Sorry, I go forward
It wouldn't be me any other way
The truth is time didn't do us any good
nothing equals what I want from you.