What a strange joy in my chest, what a pain that doesn´t hurts right now.
What a anger is making me fly, and i don´t know how.
I breathe the air which approaches, so fast, disguised as a storm, deep blue and black.
I slow down for a moment, but i hear the wind says, " don´t look back, don´t look back".
So i let myself go, far away, reaching the hills,..my hills, above the rivers, through another sky.
Fatally injured, and not even know why.
Yes, I think I could already smell the fields of sunset into my world...
Once inside and i no longer return. There´s no suffering, no cruelty, no time, ther´s no "to feel", no fate.
Ohh, i think that your meanness no longer will reach me, because i´m already getting the gate.