Do not seek infinity in perfection.
Happiness is a moment of confusion.
I'm in manners, I can't find it by hand.
I'm not undercover, I'm cool.
It can stop...
You can hit...
In the shadow that you feel.
Can't find the truth.
One knows himself.
Find my trace in the snow, don't ask and search in the light.
I'm cool, not undercover.
You can pierce the sky and leave
It may seem strange at first.
It can stop...
You can hit...
In the shadow of what you feel...