Hope that I’ll never touch mountains
Hope that I stay on the ground
Chivalry won’t make an absent
I’m a peasant of the town
Crying is no way to settle
The disputes that I carry always
Crying is no way to settle
The mistakes I’m known to make
Relapsing in the calmest of times
Can’t make much sense from the look in your eyes
Relapsing when I have so much fear
To do whatever, to do all that...