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Ya taken my hand, ya'd show me what does mean to be in love.
Ya'd promise mey a smile...Aha, m'kay.
Ya'd promise mey to make my life be wonderful...Aha, m'kay.
If someone told mey it first, I didn't make the mistake, if someone told mey it first, I didn't take yar hand...I wish I couldn't remember.
Cuz all the lies are ephemeral, like a dream, like a sunflower, like our story...
I think if I'd put my ear near yar chest, I heard the song of the sea.

FIREFLY

Behind this wall,
Can you hear my silence?
Just look around you,
What do you see?
Look, the hall is empty, now.
They're all gone.
And we are just alone.
You're so silent...
Don't you remember?
This is the place
Where we have been meeting
The first time...
But that was a day,
From a lot of time ago...
A sunny day of summer...
To tell the truth
I don't remember it anymore...
That day
Which doesn't will return anymore...
That day lost in the darkness.
Forever.
And you know
it will never return anymore.
It's gone,
Like all those people,
Lost in the darkness
of my mind's empty hall.
And you were just my little firefly.
A little light in the shadows.
My happly,
In everywhere I went.
And now that your light is
lifeless to me,
I see that you won't to be
My firefly anymore.
There's no need to come here,
I am happy so,
Talking to you behind a wall.

Sumtimes to mey it's like to fall in da darkness.
In a moment I know who I am and wha I like, a second hafta I dun remind what I had feel first and I start to cry for anything.
It's so when I go to school: one second I am smiling seeing my friends, one second later I'm praying da fate o' not retake mey back. I won't return at home for anything on da earth.
I have da feeling I dun need anything, I just wanna sleep, and sleep, and sleep... like a murder. And live in da shadows with my dark side, like a demon.
Behind my eyes there are things I can't tell anyone. And I just wanna hide 'em closing my eyes. Forever.
And I think nothin' will save mey from this reality, save da death.

MIRROR

I stay still,
on this empty way.
The lonely thing who makes noise
is my breathe.
I have so many questions in my mind,
so many words and reflections...
that I'm sure I will never tell it to anyone.
In front and behind me there are
so many people...
I just want to salute them,
and I do it,
but they still don't care about me...
So, on that empty road,
there is only me,
and my sadness.
Everywhere I look
there are only smiles...
but if I had a mirror,
in front of me,
I saw only a sad guy
on that silent road.
The way...
will remain empty
for a lot of time,
I think.