White, black, water, fire, and storm
I'm a pendulum between light and darkness
And on a thread walking and without a net
I go without fear of letting myself fall
Although you see me as metal
I fly with wings of glass
Facing the void, standing, and without ceasing to tremble
Even if the pain suffocates me
I don't lose faith in love
We're the flowers born from the mud
A cluster of doubts and anxiety
In a dark sea that I didn't know how to navigate
Although you see me as metal
I fly with wings of glass
Facing the void, standing, and without ceasing to tremble
Even if the pain suffocates me
I don't lose faith in love
We're the flowers born from the mud