Father of the darkest night, hide the light that blinds my eyes,
Mother of the endless time, break the walls that bring me to the shadows.
Keeper of the wind of life, to the stars I'll pray tonight,
Praying to the shooting star for your breath the gift of life to give me.
The wounds you still feed are your choice my sinner, so **** yourself with all this misery...
You can stay of course and pray and pray and pray to any shooting star you like;
And even if you break all the walls, even if you hide your lies inside my arms you can still feel the blood on your hands... It's your karma babe.
I am not your saviour and of course I'm not your father. It's too late to trust me for a dolce vita...
Dolce vita is a long train running, smashing all your beliefs. Think about it once again or just take a close look at the sunsets' fire.
Creature of my pain and fears, see the hopes in sunsets' fire,
Watch them burning in the flames like the sun behind the sea is dying.
Father of the darkest night, light the path that guides my life,
Mother of the endless time, stop the clock that ticks to end my heartbeat.
So make a choice, it's now or never, you tell me it's time to change our lifes, something good will happen tomorrow and the strange... I believe in you from time to time.
From what I had I gave you, the rest are for me, moments of abso-f**king-lutely fantasy is what you keep on talking about...
Don't cry tonight, lay your hands on me, after all I'm your good Samaritan; tomorrow I will take you to a fancy Chinese restaurant and show what I stole for you...
I stole the moon, here, take it if you like, it's yours... I stole a happy past, a nightmare again and again... I guess now you have understood that sometimes giving up is hard to do.