Lyric

Sober as the bird that keeps watch at midnight

My emotions nourish the ink of my writings

I traverse pages, forbidden dreams

In verses as light as the echo of a harmony

I grew up under the yoke of this obsession

The most troubling of my revelations

It often drove me to madness

A sweet poison with reflections of passion

It is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

It is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

It has followed my steps since childhood

Singing the night to fill my silences

It consoles the wounds of my wanderings

It dwells within me like a deliverance

She guides my days, flame and temptation

Seeps into my veins like a vibration

One day I will make real songs of her

Dancing tales to the rhythm of emotions

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

When I cross her infinite threshold

She releases the shadow of a misunderstood dreamer

She adorns my pen with sparks of magic

So that hatred may embrace love endlessly

She has often taught me to be silent

To listen to the world instead of tearing it apart

She has given me the strength to be sincere

To believe in the miracles hidden in the light

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

She lifts me up when my steps falter

She transforms my flaws into beacons

In her echo my wounds grow intoxicating

She is my anchor as much as my precise compass

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

She is my flame, my curse

My cry, my breath, my madness

Perhaps words are but illusions

Perhaps my voice is but an intrusion

But from her my soul expands

My most beautiful curse

My most beautiful curse