You will burn the pain
In the most sacred fire of today
And you will seek love
In a blind trail of what you no longer are
And you will burn the resentment
In the fire of a premature hell
And you will seek that voice
That will forever remind you who you are

And that's how it is, you will see
There are people rooted only in their meanness
And in the dismay of not owning the sun
They lost the wings of fraternity
Sick bird, dreams it flies while asleep
Searching in the sky for a meaning
The clouds make a fractal nest for it
Where it will sing

You will burn the pain
In the most sacred fire of today
And you will seek love
In a blind trail of what you no longer are
And you will burn the resentment
In the fire of a premature hell
And you will seek that voice
That will forever remind you who you are

You can resist everything
Except the temptation in your ways
Love is a feeling and also an idea
The less we know, the more we suspect
And from there on, everything belongs to silence
There are hundreds of beds (there are hundreds of beds)
And in all of them, it dreams the same (it dreams the same)
It kisses the mouth of the abyss
Lost in that unreal eroticism
He will sing

You will burn the pain
In the most sacred fire of today
And you will seek love
In a blind trail of what you no longer are
And you will burn the resentment
In the fire of a premature hell
And you will seek that voice
That will forever remind you who you are

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