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West wind, my epiphany
You have to get out in a hurry
Wild plant of Alexandria
Something in you screams: "change of life"
I would like to try just one day, just one day
a social proof
That instinct prevails over reason
I could start from less to more and half talk
with random people
Without the mask where I hid myself
Like an actor tired of his role
That rises to heaven and kills the writer
What difference does it make? Tell me, what does it matter?
Let the soul rise and feel the flow
Who knows how to repeat it always
What difference does it make? Tell me, what does it matter?
When I open my soul, then I am
A golden god giving light to the sun
West wind, my epiphany
You have to get out in a hurry
Wild plant of Alexandria
Something in you screams: "change of life"
One day you will see that all pleasure you will find
only when searching
It is the nucleus and gene of our identity
Without dictatorships or self-repression
"Alive to death" would be the expression
Say "enough" to what they will say
What difference does it make? Tell me, what does it matter?
Let the soul rise and feel the flow
Who knows how to repeat it always
What difference does it make? Tell me, what does it matter?
When I open my soul, then I am
A golden god giving light to the sun
that a way like that
May I guide you, may I guide you to me
let life be at last
Your work of art, your work of art, yeah
West wind, my epiphany
You have to get out in a hurry
Wild plant, sweet anarchy
Something in you screams: "change of life"
West wind ...
West wind ...
West wind ...
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