From some time I'm afraid and so week,
unlike the youth
From some time I never looked up high,
always looking down below
Fake smiles now, but I cried so much in the day
From some time I can't run,
I thought I could go anywhere

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away

Is it just me,
who's pretending I don't hear that noise inside of me?
Is it you,
who's pretending to be blind on everything of the world?
Is it the lie,
we hide the words that we want to be heard?
Is it the truth,
we choose the heat that we want to feel?

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away

We've grown but everything stays remained
We are just hiding the truth
There's always good and bad, black and white
Truth should be told, no fears be told, no fears

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away
Always the same, you never left anything
You know for sure that you do