Lyrics

Freedom

It’s time to call the depths of the oceans to the witness stand.

It’s time to summon the relentless turn of the seasons.

For humanity always fights its own demons and always loses.

At the last leg humanity is always at a loss.

And what can I say about myself?

I, who raise unanswered questions.

I am a son of a painful century,

Plagued by lies and mediocrity,

Forced to write words that no one reads.

Sit next to me now.

Let's talk about dreams;

In this way, maybe we'll find our way home.

Away from these suspended souls,

Doomed to dance forever on the Titanic,

I want death to find me still alive

When she decides to blow on my door.

I love the storm and the waves crashing on distant shores,

The hibiscus hedges, the Russian plains,

And everything that flows.

I cherish freedom, the visions of dreamers,

And all that rises in the madness of the wind.

And every time we leave and then come back,

In the eternal rite of blooming and withering,

Like the tidal flows, just like wars

That end and begin again, always at a loss.

God of breezes and endless horizons,

Guide me where the hibiscus blooms,

To docks steeped in grease,

Spices, hopes, and nameless loves.

Away from these standing waters,

Where the Titanic sinks again with its ghosts,