The desire of having you for a night,
sunlight that makes this day bearable,
a sincere smile from another human being,
the cruel world we live in.
Kill the bear, make him suffer,
slaughter his puppies,
grab the treasure.
Put a smile on his dead face,
and enjoy the gold you achieved.
a storm is coming,
guns are feasting,
thunders are roaring.
Kill the man,
kill the dream,
far from home,
far from me.
sun’s flare on the blue planet,
today, a cool wind’s blowing,
creating a hideaway from all this,
I can’t believe this love was an illusion,
but this silence is deadlier as a desert highway in the coldest winter.
Our planet is sick,
I’m drawn, make it to me.
Set the fire, prepare dinner in the afternoon,
A convention, an idea, a system, a waiting game.
A love lasted three days, pure perfection of life’s turning point.
We weren’t an illusion,
we were true. We were just me and you.