My mind wants to be set free, Give me the freedom, My spirit wants to see music, wants to hear colours... It is an ilusion, Even though, set my spirit free, It does not want to face the world in black and white...
And the rain kissing my skin, telling me that I belong to loneliness, Freezing my heart and my bones, it seduces my soul... This is how I died, with a deadly kiss from the rain, as I would give my soul in, a last tear dropped from the corner of my eye, turning into a crystal... Crystal immortalising my past feelings...
