I know how to cross the river without swimming
Handled by emptiness and your shadow
I know how to break mirrors by trying
To give a fine image without having memory
In a thousand years< br/>Nothing could make you happy
In a thousand years
Nothing could make you happy
I know how to paint paths that I don't know where they go
I prepare the wounds and the amazement< br/>Burning can be an act of forgiveness
Stones fly if I don't have memory
In a thousand years
Nothing could make you happy
In a thousand years
Nothing could make you happy
In a thousand years
Nothing could make you happy