Who said that everything was lost?
I come to offer my heart.
So much blood drifted away by the river,
I come to offer my heart.
It won't be that easy, I know what happens.
It won't be as simple as I had though.
How to open your heart and let out the soul,
a slash of love.
Moon of the poor, always open,
I come to offer my heart.
Like an unchangeable document,
I come to offer my heart.
And I will tie the ends of the same bow,
and I will go in peace, I will go slowly,
and I will give you all, and you will give me some...
something that will console me just in part.
When there will be no one, near or far,
I come to offer my heart.
When there won't be enough satellites, 1.
I come to offer my heart.
I am talking about countries and hopes,
I am talking of life, I am talking of the nothingness,
I am talking about changing this, our home,
to change it, just to change it.
Who said that everything was lost?
I come to offer my heart.'