If behind me, a storm If I face the flame of the night Dont worry, I am a man of the accident I will come home from the heart of tears and blood Dont worry about, my silent month Dont worry, I have to remember Night. Anxiety Anxiety of peace and torment I have to leave myself uninterrupted Tomorrow the day to leave the house The road if full of mirage and fashion If I do not want to be a wealthy I will not go to this storm.
