I don’t want to be
Buried here alive
I want to get drunk
Taking not a sip
I don’t want to read
Any book tonight
I just want to feel
That fire burns inside

Sparks are emitted on the outside
But the fuel lies inside you
Strike together two hard stones
And let the fire spread around you

I don’t want to lie
In the autumn sun
Cannot not just revive
My teenage emotions
I don’t want to read
What I wrote last week
I’d see me in each line
But could not predict the next one


Fabio Scagliola,