[Verse]
A lie at the door of childhood up to that of hell.

A destiny that one would like to postpone until tomorrow but we only need one hand to end this drawing

The frictions that shape us
Pains that are uttered
And gods that are profaned

A crying sky
Hearts that no longer resonate in unison
And then we have missing relatives, who are missing us terribly.

We walk, we walk dictated by this arid sun which leads us to this desert that filled our body with coldness

And I am going to tell you my truth about this creative entity that directs the lost men,
To the antipodes of the writings I believe it evil
Taking advantage of a loss of identity to inflict his virtue
It imposes its terror on us to consent to its monarchical regime

And you
You, I would never forget you, oh no
You guided me in the black that surrounded me
You were this star that allowed me to find reason, to regain the light