I’m sure that I love her, though always I seek you,
and she can’t befriend my cannibal truth,
smiling to her is such a still feeling,
when suddenly comes the wind of your laughter,
enduring, enduring.

I’m sure that I need her, though always I call you,
and she doesn’t hear my thunderstruck truth,
holding her tight is such a white feeling,
when suddenly comes the smell of your darkness,
enduring, enduring.

And it feels you have eyes in my floor,
and I walk every day on their sea of azure.

I’m sure that I know her, though always I ask you,
And she doesn’t read the marks of clear proofs,
sharing her stories is such a safe feeling,
until I will drown, in my mind, on your shore,
enduring, enduring.

And it feels you have eyes in my floor,
and I walk every day on their sea of azure.
I am sure,
I endure,
I endure…