When you start believing in fate,
you realize that
everything was a lie,
and the meaning even loses the soul,
wounded again by a bright dream...


On the step of heaven, you find yourself, as if,
but down there you are drawn by the cruel hell,
you yearn to cry, you long to flee from yourself,
and the whole world...


What do you have left to do then,
with your beautiful wings, broken,
so why believe that
some stupid glory is waiting for you in life, you, my heart?!


And heaven is far away,
and you have to get to it,
with bleeding feet, life struggle,
your victory is just in your pulse, oh my heart!