Translation :) What is love? Will I be your future in this life? People with their damage stumble when they try to talk about logic. Call it an issue, flip a coin, I want heads for the change. It’s an issue, I’ve got issues, bring the issue, let’s drink it together. People like us can’t wake up in the morning. How am I supposed to go to work when I’ve got you in my arms? Stay for a moment. I only see you from time to time, and you know that’s not enough for me. I’ve had so many thoughts about us, maybe one of them will come true. We don’t have free time, but how much longer, damn? I’m playing with my life just to build my life. And you? One picture, a thousand mistakes, all passion, fucking silence. We don’t have free time, but how much longer? Everything I am, I do it, but maybe I’m not supposed to make it. Maybe I should just leave, change the plan with a plane, go somewhere else and enjoy the life I’ve been losing for so long. That’s how I am, what can I do? Cursed by the one above, stitched into the plan. I was born with complications, I make my choices. And if you ask what I’ll do in the end, I’ll write everything I have, and then we’ll talk up there. I’m losing time, message. I write pain, movement. A musical attempt, every bad argument trying to describe that I’m okay. I’ve seen things and I’ve changed what they never turned into action. What is love? Will I be your future in this life? People with their damage stumble when they try to talk about logic. Call it an issue, flip a coin, I want heads for the change. It’s an issue, I’ve got issues, bring the issue, let’s drink it together.more