Who'll be the first to scream? Who?
The scream that breaks into despair
The heart from which the thunder's voice comes
Who'll take care of the fire? Who?
The soul that dances in the calm flames
The pores are burning, devastation
Who will venture out of their home?
Who'll disappear in the world?
Untie the knots? See through the darkness?
Sabotage the insult? Who'll heal the cure?
Is this medicine made from our own tears?
Who'll ask for forgiveness?
Who'll be the first to scream? Who?
The scream that breaks into despair
The heart from which the thunder's voice comes
Who'll take care of the fire? Who?
The soul that dances in the calm flames
The pores are burning, devastation
Dreaming about a travel? Who'll dream on the prowl?
Who'll take care of the other? Who'll to say no?
A random face committed a crime, the sky touches the guilt
Who justifies the act? Who will clean the hands?
A breath of discouragement? Who'll get naked in front of the wind?
Who'll be indiscreet? Who'll share the bread?
Who'll lose the sights? Who'll change the plumb-bob?
Who'll be the first one?
Who'll be in silence, in vain?
Don Juan
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Dom, 20/10/2013 - 02:17
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