I hope I don't carry you wherever I go.
Not caring where you are,
Forgetting the river on your hands,
Fading that my tomorrows,
are not yours anymore.

I hope I don't carry my heart on my sleeve.
The Gods don't like me enough,
To give me you in mornings,
And peaceful afternoons.

Falling down on me,
Before I taste the rage.
There's no place I'd be,
Where I carry you with me.