Buried by a thousand avalanches
So it can't look at me
So it can't photograph
The state of my heart
That now dances slow and still
Among the rocks of memories
That's now mocked and weary
Between memory and illusion
Of what was pure love
As if it were the last reason
Like the most precious gift received
And that tells why you live
I can't stand fakes and traitors
And you, who do you live for, who do you die for
Even if it were the last word
Say it now and maybe one day I'll come back
I raised you in my dreams
And I've tattooed you on my heart
Believing even in mistakes
I leave my love only to you
From us even though it's huge
But I don't fear its damage
As if it were the last reason
Like the most precious gift
Maybe you've won and I'm dying
But it'll be in the name of a whole life
Spent on the margins of a dream
For the music, the people who healed my wounds
And it was only pure love