Swallowing words you realize
That sometimes what is logical is the most difficult
And little by little you get closer
To the fire in the flame that burns, to the butterflies
Blue and white among the ashes
The lifeless wings of suicidal flights
And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden fire
And it is like this
br/>How the story becomes tangled
How time becomes twisted
How you go blind
And it is like this, and it is like this and it is like this
How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence turns
A lament of lost wars
Of lost wars
Who could have been so blind to crash
Front against the fire like a butterfly
Who could be so crazy to change
The morning sun for the flame
Of any fire
Of any fire
Of any fire , of a fire
Of any fire
Of any fire of lost wars
Lost
Blue and white among the ashes
The lifeless wings of suicidal flights
br/>And I understand them because I have felt
The blinding light of a forbidden fire
Of a forbidden game
And this is how the story becomes tangled
/>How time is twisted
How you go blind
And it is like this, and it is like this and it is like this
How you start believing your own lies
And then the silence returns
A lament of lost wars
Of lost wars
Who could be so blind to crash
Facing the fire like a butterfly
Who could be so crazy to change
The morning sun through the flame
Of any fire
Of any fire
Of a fire, of a fire
Of a fire any
Of lost wars
Of lost wars
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I live again
Of a lost war that I lived< br/>Of a war that I live again
Of any fire of lost wars
Lost
So to speak
Say it, say it like this
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I return and live again
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a lost war that I lived
Your eyes close
Of a lost war that I lived
Of a war that I live again