Father of the darkest night hide the light that blinds 
my eyes, mother of the endless time break the walls 
that bring to the shadows. Keeper of the wind of life 
to the stars I'll pray tonight, preying to the shooting 
star for your breath the gift of life to give me.

The wounds you still feed are your choice my sinner, so 
fuck yourself with all this misery... You can stay of 
course and pray and pray and pray to any shooting star 
you like; and even if you break all the walls, even if 
you hide your lies inside my arms you can still feel 
the blood on your hands... It's your karma babe. I am 
not your saviour and of course I'm not your father. 
It's too late to trust me for a dolce vita... Dolce 
vita is a long train running, smashing all your 
beliefs. Think about it once again or just take a close 
look at the sunsets' fire.

Creature of my pain and fears see the hopes in sunsets' 
fire, watch them burning in the flames like the sun 
behind the sea is dying. Father of the darkest night 
light the path that guides my life, mother of the 
endless time stop the clock that ticks to end my 
heartbeat.

So make a choice, it's now or never, you tell me it's 
time to change our lifes, something good will happen 
tomorrow and the strange... I believe in you from time 
to time. From what I had I gave you, the rest are for 
me, moments of absolutely fantasy is what you keep on 
talking about... Lay your hands on me, after all I'm 
your good Samaritan; tomorrow I will take you to a 
fancy chinese restaurant and show that I stole for 
you... I stole the moon, here, take it if you like, 
it's yours... I stole a happy past, a nightmare again 
and again... I guess now you have understood that 
sometimes given up is hard to do.