I shut the door, I hear emptiness
I want to survive tomorrow
I look at scenes I won't remember
I'll find and dignify the morning sun
And now, weak or strong, all that's left is to go
And I believe there're flowers in the world yet to bloom
Even if I feel that something in me died here
And there's only one sky, a pagan fever
And after a yes or no there's always a tomorrow
And now I feel that something in me died here
I shut the door, I hear emptiness
I want to survive tomorrow
And the sea and the sun and the rain just make me go
And I believe there're flowers in the world yet to bloom
And now, weak or strong, all that's left is to go
And I believe there're flowers in the world yet to bloom
Even if I feel that something in me died here
And the sea and the sun and the rain just make me go
And at the end of the long road there's always a leaving
Even if I feel that something in me died here
And I feel that something in me died here
And now, weak or strong, all that's left is to go
And I believe there're flowers in the world yet to bloom
And now I feel that something in me died here