Let the rain comes here,
let the storm burns my fears,
let me run as a free horse in love,
let me grab a dream I've done time ago;

I watch the white paper lighting a cigarette,
empty of words and full of nothing,
I'll light more than this poison,
I'll watch my papers and I'll hear my mind crying.

I love to make music, I do it
to be the man I would want to be,
as a gun as I am, I'll light
the dark in an moment of madness ..