nobody forces you to die
cut your wings to fly
to return your desire to live
In the tunnel of terror
everything long ago when illuminated
but are submissive
and sound to his comrades
treacherous joy
closes the door or sit on your sofa and your dignity
been waiting to return
That
Chorus no street
your truth that nobody drowns the heart
anyone do more lying to mourn in silence
nobody forces you to die
cutting your wings to fly
thatyour desire to live again
your truth Nobody
street that no one will drown the heart
anyone do but mourn in silence Sinking
nobody forces you to die
cut your wings to fly
that your desire to live again ...