Beside my ghost 
I suppose I was there 
But in my soul I swear 
I wasn’t, but feeding this vine growing inside 
Without my knowledge 
I was driven off course 
And all this bound me to you 
You never had any role to play 
But to shine as a beacon 
What if I had let it run wild 
Brought it into the light of day 
Instead of nurturing it 
in my silent soul 
The antidote is inside this sword 
Looming above our heads 
With its unique poison to be cooked 
Why is this holding me down 
While I try to rise up 
Is this fight between the two birds 
insoluble and eternal? 
From this tension I know I can grow 
But the chasm is too vast 
Will I ever marry both worlds, 
or leave one behind? 
What will emanate from this war? 
What will fly above water? 
What fugitive matter am I made of? 
Unearth the first one 
Don’t leave anything in the cold 
Lost in a hidden corner 
I know I will never rely on the world below to surrender 
I’ll take the sword by force and turn it against myself 
Be the knight of my own hell 
And my own glory 
Or let the sword fall over my head 
Be the king of my own health 
And by its unique poison, 
The queen of my soul 
Beside my ghost 
I suppose I was there 
But in my soul I swear I wasn’t, 
but feeding this love like a peaceful fire 
Now I shall be truly resigned 
And leave it deep inside 
The devil may say it is not real but who cares now 
When I thought I was at the end of my rope 
Suddenly I was bold 
And utterly transformed 
From the deepest core of my being 
The winged bird has risen, 
And looked at me without fear