From some time I'm afraid and so week
Unlike the youth
From some time I never looked up high
Always looking down below
Fake smiles now, but I cried so much in the day
From some time I can't run
I thought I could go anywhere

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away

Is it just me
Who's pretending I don't hear that noise inside of me ?
Is it you
Who's pretending to be blind on everything of the world ?
Is it the lie
We hide the words that we want to be heard ?
Is it the truth
We choose the heat that we want to feel ?

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away

We've grown but everything stays remained
We are just hiding the truth
There's always good and bad, black and white
Truth should be told, no fears be told, no fears

Bring back that passion in sight
Or else that precious thing will pass away
Always the same, you never left anything
You know for sure that you do