I can't do anything...

Like a thread in another, invisible, intertwined ... With twists and turns, unconsciously ... you walk impunible...
Everything trembles ... the rest goes out ...
In my heart a knot and I… aiming to beat you…
You have made the King a slave, condemned Saints, the Honest and the Wise ... and I can't do nothing ...
I resist ..., build walls, order my time, but you assault us and break armors... In an instant, everything‘s erased ...
Stumble, doubt ... and beg the poet for words, my vision dazzles me ... and looking to meet her, suddenly I'm 57, nothing is in its place and I can't do anything ...
I try to look at you without knowing you and you are no longer there...
If I fall into temptation ... I will never heal ...
You have left us empty and more dead than alive ...
Ours are just pretensions ..., you decide, you choose turns, who goes and who returns ...
Just love ... because there is nothing else that I can do ...