Searching for gladness disturb calm
The aim retires, I lose the horizon
Another while of doubt
In people's eyes white flames burning
Colorless and empty
Their warmth is just an illusion
The fire goes out before it burst
To make an eruption on time
Every day I see this fire
I'm afraid to touch it
I'm afraid to burn
The pain is short but painful
It leaves a durable sign
I want to burn a fire
(When suffering grows
Clouds of misanthropy approach
Black or white
Depending on the point of view)
A fire without emptiness and fear
Which gives warmth and peace
I want...