Who are you a passanger? What are you carrying in your head? Show me what's your power Show me what makes you feel so brave so strong The same rain washes faces if all the people: mothers, killers, rapists, children And the same night it covers their bodies, their pain, pleasures, crimes, their love and hate. In the face of tragedy Then you touch your fragility In the face of danger You can see that nothing you are In the face of helplessness You want no more mean so much In the face of fear You become a small, small man It's a paradox it's a joke You're a mountain you're a warm It's a paradox it's a joke Conqueror, inventor, dust.