Look, I'm not from here
Tell me where I am
There's no time, there's nothing
What do you do to me? §to be who I am
But without stopping to think
I follow roads, I follow clues to find myself
I never know what's going on
With the mania of the place
Because I always leave before I start to enjoy
Being the same, anyone
Feeling more like a piece in the end
Making a silly, decimal mistake
In fact I'm still under the same condition
Distracting the truth, deceiving the heart
Through my trails you lose your direction o
There is no sign or people telling you where they are going
I think again I am without my friends
And I return to the open door of dangers
In fact, I'm still under the same condition
Distracting the truth, deceiving the heart
In fact, I'm still under the same condition €o
Distracting the truth, deceiving the heart