Timoria fiore di ghiaccio

Ice flower you
what remains is an old blues
and the name I gave to you
Ice flower
and I struggle to choose
between being me or lose you
And I turn off the light
on the few lines that
should tell me why
But don't tell me that ideals I don't have
but I only know how to burn
you know that when I go away I have no
questions to ask
when he comes back hold him
tight to you
give him all your love
I will be chasing the streets
/>of my neighborhood
I feel it's hard
while a new blues is born
of course I'll call it by the name
that I gave to you
Ice Flower< br/>and pride is a vice that
costs me more than what I have.