I used to be like a mad mountain, cannot be destroyed
I didnt use to be driven away because of winds
I wouldnt even move, even if seven worlds came over me
I wasnt to disrupt, because of what happened
I know me, and wise and cruel
and who has seen, and the past
When did your wind sank into my breath
I understood, the past
If you took your love, what remains from me?
I dont know how to get used to the darkness, without you
If you took your love, what remains from me?
Maybe I live, my eyes blind, my ears deaf