So, I put my hands behind my ears,
but I notice that your silence speaks louder...
...words, they always fall short!
You once said to me:
"I don't need to go far from you to grow with you"
Bile...perhaps tomorrow I should
drive a car at a 180 km/hr.
Bile, be sent to the sun and burn, burn, burn!
And in the intensity of all the fighting
awaiting for a new wave to face,
I will learn not to panic,
how to fight alone,
and to look to have fun.
