Sometimes I feel I want to wash away
To fade away, like a dying star.
Sometimes I just want to disappear
Becoming one with Mother Earth.
The stars, so beautiful above,
Their beauty never seems to fade away.
Their wisdom, unreachable for us,
Is as great as it's age.
But stars, like our sun of day,
Even them, as wise as they are, they die.
No, they disappear. Become nothing.
Leaving nothing but an empty memorie.
Sometimes I want to be such star.
Seeing the world change,
And when I'm tired of everything, I'll disappear.
Leaving nothing but an empty memorie.