While the wind is keeping on, when I feel to be all alone, in the crack of time I’m trying to survive but nothing seems good… I really hate to be a slave, to get away I must be brave, I need to burn the old ideas, I need to put flames to my fears, to do more than I could! Lighting, sparking, burning! Burn your flags, burn whatever dominates you! Burn your flags, no religion and countries for you! Embody your ideas to a new flag and set it in your mind as a drag. But when the time pass, it will be old and get smashed and will go into flames again!