Tomorrow will (you) I wake up?

and instead of eyes we will be born with blindfolds

Tomorrow will you (I) wake up?

and from my mouth will flee a song

Tomorrow I will wake up

with this strange need of not to belong

Tomorrow I will wake up

just to copy whatever is wrong

Tomorrow I will wake up

in a cage of perfect gold

Tomorrow, will I wake up?

hope in tongue, golden song

Tomorrow, I will wake up

with an innate appetite

(to be one of yours)

to be just one of yours

Tomorrow I will wake up

and try everything not to be alone

Tomorrow will I wake up?

and try everything to be alone

Incise, open wide from the inside

cast out, see what is still left of (life) live

Secure for me the status of a prime suspect

Tying the hands of a blindman

Teaching the colours to a blindman

and ask him to react, and ask him to react

Tomorrow I will finally feel

a natural (natural) will

of being artificial

(Tomorrow i will feel)

into

Decadance

with

elegance.