After foggy and funereal days In a mixture of sadness and devotion, memory and mental escape After foggy and funereal days In a mixture of sadness and devotion, memory and mental escape I take back my life A bit confused, but more conscious of my way. I wish warm affections True emotions Absence of artifice. I want to rock myself on my arts Enjoying the new time But I don't forget where I come from and people who loved me.