Like a madman goes to toss into the sea
Empty bottles and then hopes
That they can be read through
S.O.S. written in air
To tell you I feel lonely
I draw a desert with empty ink
And I run, I cling to life
I get drunk on the noise
Of bodies around me
Like vines knotted into braids
Without understanding the distress
Hard to call for help
When so many dramas oppress us
And tears knotted with stress
Choke the cries of love a little more
Of those who are weak
And, in a last hope, vanish
And I run, I cling to life
I get drunk on the noise
Of bodies around me
Like vines knotted into braids
Without understanding the distress
All the screams, the S.O.S's
In the water leave a trace
Whose foam makes their beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages struggle but the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks
And I picked up the shards of glass
I glued all the pieces back together
Everything was clear like water
Against the past there's nothing to do
We'd have to change the heroes
In a world where the most beautiful remains to be done
And I run, I cling to life
I get drunk on the noise
Of bodies around me
Like vines knotted into braids
Without understanding the distress
All the screams, the S.O.S's
Fly off into the air, into the water
Whose foam makes their beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages struggle but the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks
All the screams, the S.O.S's
In the water leave a trace
Whose foam makes their beauty
Caught in their glass vessel
The messages struggle but the waves bring them back
As star stones on the rocks