My skin was burnt by the touch Of her burning eyes I need the wind like a balm to fix My will Empty heart that will fill the cold again To avoid being a slave of the sun I can already see the frozen moors I already feel the frost into my lungs Seated on the edge Between life and death Waiting for winter Waiting to be myself Nothing will remain Only blood in my veins Beliefs dont matter on this day The water reflects a man Who will stop being a man Insubstantiality Today Im going to bury the Ego in the lake It won't emerge below the ice sheet I rise above this white calm Waiting for winter, the wind is my balm I can already see the frozen moors I already feel the frost into my lungs Seated on the edge Between life and death Waiting for winter Waiting to be myself I hear howls, and then, silence My memories are fragile like shards of ice There's nothing left but cold and snow Seated on the edge Between life and death Waiting for winter Waiting to be myself