Arde

It's that place where the truth
Is an empty hug, a disguise
Imagine being an old hostage
A forgotten canvas on the wall

And no, you don't want
You don't see

Burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Burn, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

You won't fall, I'm a daughter too
There's no race in the chest or in the skin
Silenced by birth, a story of Babel
I'm the shame of your shot at his carnation

Maybe you don't want
You don't see

Burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Uuh, burn, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

And there's no home, if there's no calm
There's no home, if there's no

And if it doesn't burn, burn, let it burn well
The tale of the slave and his king
Uuh, burn, let it burn again
Who loses memory for pleasure

And if it doesn't burn, burn
The tale of the slave and his king
Uoh-oh, burn

Who loses memory for pleasure
A forgotten canvas on the wall