I am running fast against the wind which never stops And I can't be so much grateful for Living every single day. The grain is something I'll go against forever. There's no submission in the words I say, Neither permission for living my own way, my own chance. Sailing an endless sea for the ones who are not here anymore. I can't betray myself in order to ignore the message. It wasn't clear and paper's weak. The footsteps are supposed to disappear Like the ink of my barely empty pen. Alive 'til the end. (...) Alive. Forever. Don't let it die now. Don't let it die. Alive. Forever. Don't let it die now. Don't let it die. Alive. Forever. Don't let it die now. Don't let it die. Alive. Forever. It is our chance now. It's our time.