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Death is not a distant night waiting to shine,

Our flesh is woven by his blood

We're guaranteed the end,

but we forget the way

Pretending the eternal we stop burning,

We feel misery when we know a short time,

We seek soul because we are ashamed of our skin...

we burn in life, taking in time, the wound of his going,

Giving up to choose

to appropriate a path

on the skin,

we will die in this life

Talk seems like a distant night

waiting to shine

We look for words that will save us

To feel that nothing will make us permanent

But brevity impels us to desire

Uncertainty is the beginning of movement

At every step we are reborn

we burn in life,

taking in time, the wound of his going,

Giving up to choose

to appropriate a path

on the skin,

we will die in this life

we burn in life,

taking in time, the wound of his going,

Giving up to choose

to appropriate a path

on the skin,

we will die in this life