If you can't let me go by my own
If you can't help me, please?

The wind troubles over the lake
The streets are so empty
just like your face
The sun is hided by the darkness
My body lays under
the weight of sadness

Dreams nightmares become
Now I live my life alone…
alone…
alone…

A storm on the hill
my thoughts on a delirium
It's turning the windmill
of an unchanging martyrdom

you're…

holding me…

disturbing me…

waiting for…

looking for…

hurting me…

comforting me…

carrying me…

leaving me…