Like a dream, like a river flows into me
I surrender as someone who is at the end
It's the wind that swept the storm
It's the rain that wet my longing
She has the gift of making me happy
It's the South, the North, it's my country
It's a passion that has no cure
The bar that no one holds
It's a god screaming inside me
Like a wounded bird, like someone who is lost
Heart is getting worse
Loneliness surrounding the house
Passion has already created wings
The longing is growing
Like a river that's drying up
Like a broken crystal, an abandoned boy
She has the gift of making me happy
It's the South, the North, it's my country
It's a passion that has no cure
It's just that no one holds
It's a god screaming inside me
Like a wounded bird, like someone who is lost
Heart is getting worse
Loneliness surrounding the house
Passion has already created wings
The longing is growing
Like a river that's drying up
Like a broken crystal, an abandoned boy