Cold, distant and alone on a hot spring afternoon
Through me I can see the desolation
Confusion takes over everything
Anguish blooms like flowers in this spring season
While outside the Sun smiles

Where am I going?
What is the way?

And the echo of this room, already known by heart
Returns a couple of reproaches and some blame
Like an infusion, I am absorbing the things that ironically come
From my own body, from there from the depths of my mind and heart

Past memories and things you long for struggling
Pulling at each end of the rope in search of a winner
You can't live on memories
Is it possible to hold on to what I long for?
Maybe it can be fulfilled. Although I see it cloudy from the window