Wither like a flower in the desert
Wither like a trout on the sand
Wither like a poem in a painting
Wither like my hand in your hand
I wither like a king with no country
I wither like a love that´s betrayed
I wither like a child with no mother
I wither like a sun with no ray
Na-a-a
Na-a-a
Na-a-a
Na-a-a-a
I wither like a hope in a nightmare
Wither like a bird on a pike
Wither like a black wanting justice
Wither like a circle on a line
Na-a-a
Na-a-a
Na-a-a
Na-a-a-a
I wither, I wither, I wither
Aah
I wither, I wither, I wither
And here come the stories of mine