Inside my heart, a prison rose.
I detained many souls inside.
Is it love from a dirty city?
I'm a stranger inside my shed, I smooth the pain with delicate fingers.
The unfinished routes, the pain, the hostile knowledge, the town of a confined love.
I walked in a garden of gunpowder and, I searched for safety, but my soul escaped me.
I assembled my scattered thoughts and my old recollections of comfort from my history.
Inside my heart, a prison rose. I detained many inside.