strophe1:       i´m walking through the future   alone with my thoughts   with the question in my head   what will be?      go by saturnine bunkers   without windows, without resplendence   the wind causes noisinesses   noisinesses of urgent children      strophe2:       no life in this area   only the adrift calmness   which let´s appear my life   so dreary and redundant      no light, which supports me   to looking for a new start   because I know it´s purposeless   it´s hopeless      strophe3:       slinking shadows   floating in front of me   like dragons in my childhood   like clouds in the garish sky      they want to grip tightly at me   one shout, one jerk   i awake from the anxiety creation   of the night      refrain:       camouflaged to the inside of myself   the end isn´t far away   that makes me sad   takes the desire to live away from me