Abarthjour Floreale - Formichina lyrics

He's walking in the meadow

i feel his steps, the shocks, my end

feeling like a little "nothing"

it's still so hard to accept

try

I guess you

try...

have you never tried

to feel somewhere else,

to be out of every flight-path?

tell me

have you never tried

to feel somewhere else,

to be simply out of range?