I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go
I'm afraid of failing, but I don't want to fade away
I think I can't esitate, should I wish for myself?
And between must and want I can't understand.

The want, tortured by foreign colours,
is silently dying in his shadow's dark.
The duty, sharp, makes grey tha thoughts
untangling them softly through mirrors

But I still want to laugh, I must want it
I must see with my eyes closed
I must sing without voice
I must know the void
I must laugh
I must cry
I run
I fall
I fly