We already know where dead things are,
those faces of assassins who come back
to explain to us that they never did anything,
I do not know where to put so much sadness.
Today we try to forget so much lies,
I do not want to kiss you with such grief
that you start again those wounds,
distilling his pain from old things.
Mara, Mara, Mara,
let me sit here
to think only about you
to look in your star eyes
bigger than the sun
In the end, life has that habit
to mix your cup in such a way,
that there is no one who can reach the summit
without strictly following some rules.
Today I know well where dead things are,
do not come to me with dark blessings,
I just want a warm kiss from life
No memories of torture and dictators.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)