From some time I'm afraid and so week, unlike the youth From some time I never looked up hi, always looking down below Fake smile now, but I cried so much in the day From some time I can't run, I thought I could go anywhere
Bring back that passion in sight Or else that precious thing will pass away
Is it just me, who's pretending I don't tear that noise inside of me? Is it you, who's pretending to be blind on everything of the world? Is it the lie, we hide the words that we want to be heard? Is it the truth, we choose the heat that we want to feel?
Bring back that passion in sight Or else that precious thing will pass away
We've grown but everything stays remained We are just hiding the truth There's always good and bad, black and white Truth should be told, no fears be told, no fears
Bring back that passion in sight Or else that precious thing will pass away Always the same, you never left anything You know for sure that you do
