Reprise

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na...
The flies feed on my convictions
My efforts float in ancient prisons at first I am
Trying to understand your great insecurity
And everything comes back to turn in a certain way
I go back and forth up and down the same
You are showing so much mediocrity

Heart why
Do you escape to others' promises
Return to the sun to burn your skin
Light up and appear in the sand

I'm thirsty and drink from the wind soft bubbles
Similar to lament: it will pass
And slowly the long-awaited peace will come
I don't want to chase those mysteries of yours
Forgetting your voice will be my pride
And the rain of that old dawn will finally go away