Like a crazy man goes, and throws into the sea
Empty bottles and then hopes
That someone will be able to read through
SOS written with air
to tell you I feel alone
I draw with empty ink
a desert
and I’m running
I hitch (fasten) myself to the life
I get drunk with the noise
of bodies all around me
like creepers tied to braids
without understanding distress
of the words that I throw
Difficult to call for help
When so many dramas oppress us
and tears tied with stress
Cover a little bit more cries of love
of those who are in weakness
and in a last hope
vanish
and I’m running
I hitch myself to the life
I get drunk with the noise
of bodies all around me
like creepers tied to braids
without understanding distress
of the words that I throw
Every cry and SOS
go away in the air
In water just let a mark
which foams make the beauty
prisoner in their glass ship
The messages fight
but the waves bring them back
in star stones on the rocks
And I’ve collected pieces of glass
I’ve patched things up
Everything was clear like water
Against the past, there is nothing to do
Heroes ought to be removed
In a world where the most beautiful
remains to be done
and I’m running
I hitch myself to the life
I get drunk with the noise
of bodies all around me
like creepers tied to braids
without understanding distress
of the words that I throw
Every cry and SOS
go away in the air
In water just let a mark
which foams make the beauty
prisoner in their glass ship
The messages fight
but the waves bring them back
in star stones on the rocks
In English, it goes something like this:
Like a crazy man goes, and throws into the sea Empty bottles and then hopes That someone will be able to read through SOS written with air to tell you I feel alone I draw with empty ink a desert
and I’m running I hitch (fasten) myself to the life I get drunk with the noise of bodies all around me like creepers tied to braids without understanding distress of the words that I throw
Difficult to call for help When so many dramas oppress us and tears tied with stress Cover a little bit more cries of love of those who are in weakness and in a last hope vanish
and I’m running I hitch myself to the life I get drunk with the noise of bodies all around me like creepers tied to braids without understanding distress of the words that I throw
Every cry and SOS go away in the air In water just let a mark which foams make the beauty prisoner in their glass ship The messages fight but the waves bring them back in star stones on the rocks
And I’ve collected pieces of glass I’ve patched things up Everything was clear like water Against the past, there is nothing to do Heroes ought to be removed In a world where the most beautiful remains to be done
and I’m running I hitch myself to the life I get drunk with the noise of bodies all around me like creepers tied to braids without understanding distress of the words that I throw
Every cry and SOS go away in the air In water just let a mark which foams make the beauty prisoner in their glass ship The messages fight but the waves bring them back in star stones on the rocks