Avalancha

Madness
Never had a master
For those of us who are going to navigate
Without a perpetual course

In any other direction
As long as we don't tame the horses of exaltation
Routine casts shadows on the pupils
That close to the pleasures that remain

Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche

We need
The valuable time
That you abandon without knowing
What the hell to do with it

We are the food
And someone is indeed hungry
And there is no return to consciousness
After the delirium of stormy love

Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche

We still have things to do
If you don't take a step, you stagnate
We still have things to say
And you don't speak

Madness
Never had a master
For those of us who are going to navigate
Without a perpetual course

Death will be an ornament
That I will put on the gift of my life
The Moon exerts strange influences
That contradict each other, and there is no one to decipher

Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche

Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche
Avalanche