When I try to remember the beginning The whole thing comes like a dream That don't bring me laughs And something might be reality The nothing , the empty Without light Without a way I still have regards From what I've been but, who am I? Prisoner of one life that I don't know the past Due to scare of what I've been Today I hide myself in darkness Catching the few that rest Waiting for the end of the line When I'll find what I think it's real To quench my thirsty for the truth Finishing my sufferings and fears Ahead of me like a thick haze When I try to remember the beginning The whole thing comes like a dream That don't bring me laughs And something might be reality