Like a madman throwing into the sea
Empty bottles and then hoping
That one could read through
S.O.S. written with air
To tell you that I feel alone
I draw with empty ink
A desert

And I run
I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of the bodies that surround me
Like vines knotted with braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

Hard to call for help
When so many dramas oppress us
And the tears knotted with stress
Choke a little more the cries of love
Of those who are in weakness
And in a last hope
Disappear

And I run
I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of the bodies that surround me
Like vines knotted with braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

All the cries, the S.O.S.
Go into the air
In the water, leave a trace
Whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass ship
The messages struggle
But the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks

And I picked up the pieces of glass
I glued all the pieces back together
Everything was clear as water
Against the past there is nothing to do
We should change the heroes
In a world where the most beautiful
Remains to be done

And I run
I cling to life
I get drunk with the noise
Of the bodies that surround me
Like vines knotted with braids
Without understanding the distress
Of the words I send

All the cries, the S.O.S.
Go into the air
In the water, leave a trace
Whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass ship
The messages struggle
But the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks

All the cries, the S.O.S.
Go into the air
In the water, leave a trace
Whose foams make the beauty
Caught in their glass ship
The messages struggle
But the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks

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