Night is the ideal territory
Want to be born again
There’s in the darkness the unknown
That the day is revealed as a frustration
Reflections and sorrows
I don’t leave them for tomorrow
I face now, while I'm drunk
In a wonderful stage of consciousness
Tomorrow everything backs to normal shit!
Despair is what moves the reality
An inconstant feeling of fear
Fight against it, against the instincts
That make us who we really are
I’ve been drinking for a long time
And understood more than ever
Life goes the same for anyone
Even if you serve a command
Giving up to live on my own
Is how to break this bottle
And allow the fluid to drain down
Not remaining in my blood
