Burn Down

I swear I won't forget the day you died,
Surrounded by madmen and almost despaired.
I swear I won't forget the words you cried:
«Forgive me, believe me, just give me a chance».

They pick up stones and point the finger...
Is this what you wanted?

When you burn down like a paper,
Without a trace or sound,
Too fast, too bright,
You'll waste yourself to bring them light,
They'll never know your name,
And skies won't take
Your wasted warmth,
Uh-oh, uh-oh...

You turn the other cheek, you lend your hand,
They rend you, impale you, forbid you to breathe.
A bitter taste of blood will mark the end,
Your trembling is growing, you fall on your knees...

They pick up stones and point the finger,
Is this what you wanted?

When you burn down like a paper,
Without a trace or sound,
Too fast, too bright,
You'll waste yourself to bring them light,
They'll never know your name,
And skies won't take
Your wasted warmth,
Uh-oh, uh-oh...

When you burn down...
You'll waste yourself...

When you burn down...
You'll waste yourself...