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My life is made of emotions,<br />passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly<br />live you can even fall into deep pain<br />My bed is made of small fresh leaves,<br />moving slowly like a requiem<br />My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,<br />coming loose along a black oval path<br />My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy,<br />composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear<br />Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.<br />Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect<br />this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?<br />I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort<br />I believe its benefice can reach the intensity<br />of full and perpetual delight<br />Nothing is true, all is allowed<br />In every dramatic situation there is<br />a subtended element of absurdity and humor<br />Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive<br />Our identities change every day with our memories<br />We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves<br />We change our skin and consistence<br />And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory.
Letra nueva de la canción
My life is made of emotions,<br />passions and horrors, 'cause when you truly<br />live you can even fall into deep pain<br />My bed is made of small fresh leaves,<br />moving slowly like a requiem<br />My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,<br />coming loose along a black oval path<br />My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy,<br />composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear<br />Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.<br />Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect<br />this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?<br />I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort<br />I believe its benefice can reach the intensity<br />of full and perpetual delight<br />Nothing is true, all is allowed<br />In every dramatic situation there is<br />a subtended element of absurdity and humor<br />Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive<br />Our identities change every day with our memories<br />We are not always what we really are, 'cause we reinvent ourselves<br />We change our skin and consistence<br />And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory.
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