Who are you a passanger?
What are you carrying in your head?
Show me what's your power
Show me what makes you feel so brave so strong
The same rain washes faces if all the people: mothers, killers, rapists, children
And the same night it covers their bodies, their pain, pleasures, crimes, their love and hate.
In the face of tragedy
Then you touch your fragility
In the face of danger
You can see that nothing you are
In the face of helplessness
You want no more mean so much
In the face of fear
You become a small, small man
It's a paradox it's a joke
You're a mountain you're a warm
It's a paradox it's a joke
Conqueror, inventor, dust.