If you decide to enter this house Be prepared to hear laughters and cries Happy laughter for small, little things But also cries, cries with suffocating tears These walls, these walls keep memories of the good and the bad These windows keep secrets of the life I once had A life that turned to be an illusion An illusion I was fed Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost the divine gift of being myself Happy laughter for small, little things But also cries, cries with suffocating tears Take your shoes off You're in my house There's, there's no dirt here No more lies All the little things here mean everything The true shape of an extinct reality My voice, my voice was always small in this house Careful and cautious, in its own place Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost myself Take, take your shoes off You're in my house There's, there's no dirt here No more lies All the little things here mean everything The true shape of an extinct reality Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost the divine gift of being myself Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost, I've lost myself Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost the divine gift of being myself Domesticated by the song of a man I've lost, I've lost myself