Ireland
Miscellaneous
I'll go back to the burning wood
à flames ðokanèià man
à where I will forget everything
And maybe it will be easier for someone
I know there's something left there that I won't find
That I won't be able to take
It's better to burn in the flames without a name
Than to break up with you
I'm going back because I want to discover
It's not a voice but his voice
I want to turn my skin into a body
And be born a white bird
I stand without feeling the ground
Dazzled by your light
And I see your face again
No one will replace it for me

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