Let the fires breathe with the tigers from above The chances for your heart fix the limits of the world All the tigers breathe with the fires from above All solitudes rejoice in this elegance of hope Consider for example the phrase “i will be back” Considering the evil that is carried from afar And what would be the best height for the horizon line? And what would be the best way to attach things on those warm small hands tonight? They happen to be empty but they're filled with lies Most people trace a winding path A resignation, an appeal for calm You search and wait For those who never speak All that remains Is that you've learned nothing You learned nothing You learned nothing