I find myself in a situation,
situation I cant distinguish...

Look at the sky
Do you ever ask yourself why...

Two hundreds feet,
my heart falls...

Two hundreds feet,
my heart falls...

I have lived long enough,
enough to know that life is not mine to decide...

The peace.
O peace...

It is fear,
fear of not being able to look at you...

As I stood there,
stood to watch the clouds fading...

Clouds like smoke rising from the ground,
a place where I have buried my fears and worries...

Not even the clouds showed it,
like the sun rising in the morning and as it...

By now death won't face the mirrors.
Afraid of erasing or breaking them...

A thought,
sharp like the southern wind...