I only think of the Heat and the Death;
Even in silence,
I can picture such purple eyes,
Whose pupils are too big,
To disarm my mask;
I only accept a caress,
If it is worthy,
To get unveiled;
There are too many blind thugs,
Seeking for a golden hole;
I only feel pleasure when,
My spirit dances
In the sunrise;
Not even the blue sky is willing,
To move his clouds to know,
If the mankind is still being
The same race;
Crisis are everywhere,
And no one is able,
To visualize the end;
I only remain,
Between the sun and the wind,
To sing along;
The Truth cannot be believed,
Unless we are living in.