Anâtman

[01:52.83] My skin was burnt by the touch
[01:54.96] Of her burning eyes
[01:57.05] I need the wind like a balm to fix
[01:59.95] My will
[02:02.00] Empty heart that will fill the cold again
[02:06.77] To avoid being a slave of the sun
[02:13.30] I can already see the frozen moors
[02:23.10] I already feel the frost into my lungs
[02:50.87] Seated on the edge
[02:55.28] Between life and death
[03:00.77] Waiting for winter
[03:05.23] Waiting to be myself
[03:19.83] Nothing will remain
[03:22.48] Only blood in my veins
[03:26.47] Beliefs dont matter on this day
[03:30.84] The water reflects a man
[03:35.56] Who will stop being a man
[03:39.51] Insubstantiality
[03:46.37] Today Im going to bury the Ego in the lake
[03:51.09] It won't emerge below the ice sheet
[03:55.76] I rise above this white calm
[04:00.76] Waiting for winter, the wind is my balm
[04:07.03] I can already see the frozen moors
[04:16.45] I already feel the frost into my lungs
[04:44.40] Seated on the edge
[04:49.19] Between life and death
[04:54.35] Waiting for winter
[04:59.20] Waiting to be myself
[05:23.83] I hear howls, and then, silence
[05:33.28] My memories are fragile like shards of ice
[05:39.82] There's nothing left but cold and snow
[06:45.46] Seated on the edge
[06:50.16] Between life and death
[06:55.16] Waiting for winter
[06:59.62] Waiting to be myself
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