Stinging

Trusting myself, trusting yourself

How?

It would be like swimming in a ditch

It bothers me even looking at you sideways

It stings watching you talking with somebody else

Dipped to the bottom and further down

Exchanging fears and thoughts

Story teller  close my eyes another time

The sun is rising, hide me well

 

Burning match, brighten the darkness

Waiting, in front of the fire, it is  a little faint

Give my voice back that

I will unleash to inflame the air of the north wind

Dipped to the bottom and further down

Exchanging fears and thoughts

Story teller close my eyes another time

The sun is rising, hide me well

(Translation by F.Zucchi)