If silence will be my compromise
I'm sure, I can nevermore look at the mirror
If I've to conceal my attitude
I'll be quixotic only in my head
I'll fight with (the) windmill in my brain
Every wound will be for my dignity
But I owe something to my idealism
And I owe something to you
What I say is a need for what I am
Is a cage for me
My dirty home, my beloved maimedness
I believed in what I say more than I ever believed in me
I believed (in) and created my laws
And they created my actions, my being
When I realize that words are gone
I also realise that I failed
How can I believe that words can change
If I can't change me
How can I expect the other's aid
With this blood in my hands
How can I pretend that people love
If I just can't feel
If I need to comprehend
It's for my thirst of cognising men
But with you, my pier, my mate
It's not a form of egotism,
I only want to bar the gap
Between me, you and the rest.
The right, the rational, the good
The love, the hope, the desire
The depravation, the gravity, the pain
Words that move or words that kill
I want you to be filled of me
I want you to live of me
I want to be disgusted of me
I want you to have a surfeit of me
I just want you to look at me
When I will die at your feet
And I'm trying to put an end
In a chapter never closed
It's a ring-a-ring-o'roses
Everybody down the ground
Everybody up
In consequence of this I'm sailing over here
In search of me in you,
This travel will never have a closure
In consequence of this I'm searching all around,
With my lantern,
Diogenes, the man, the man that I am