How shall I tell you?
About a spell that has bound me.
How shall I tell you?
Before the soul dies,
About a spell that has bound me,
About a spell that’s downing,
Any change that is coming to me.
How shall I tell you?
About a fire that is getting quenched,
In the eyes of dark grey clouds,
That I am struggling to face them.
How shall I tell you?
About a soul that is bereft of love.
How shall I tell you?
About an addict who wishes,
To see his own blood all the time.
How shall I tell you?
About a dream slayer,
Who is killing his dreams,
Only to let the fate have the last laugh.
How shall I tell you?
When the story is far from over,
That I won’t stop at nothing,
That I will face my demons,
That I will change,
That I will collect all the pieces,
That I will not let myself die in my own ashes.
Alas! How on earth shall I tell you?
When a phoenix is rising from the ruins.
When Lord Buddha has started smiling.
When Jesus has just arrived Jerusalem.
Yes, I will tell you, yes you will get the answer.
But first let the journey finish, you will get all your answers when you see the legacy that I left behind.