Maybe it's me who's thinking the same way Maybe I'm so stupid to realize the truth What was the use of lying to me When I was opened like a shell To the burning sunlight of your desert?
You are the same Either good or bad Either happy or sad You remain the same My inspiration From false relations You remain the same
For sure it's you who's thinking the same way It's for sure you don't want to realize the truth What is the use of lying to yourself When you are closed as a shell To the sun and to my love?