Martelo Bigorna

Much of what I do
I don't think, I throw myself without commitment.
I go at my own pace
I dance, I don't tire, I don't covet anyone.
All I ask of you
Is for everything I've done and know I deserve
I can, and I confess to you.
You don't know half of it

So much crying and weeping
Life hitting me in the face
I don't offer my cheek or a fake smile
Inside my chest a desire anvil
A hammer wish

So much disillusionment
Life doesn't forgive you
Having everything against me and nothing disturbs me
Inside my chest a hammer wish
A desire anvil

I'm sure
To be on the right path
Awake.