Anger (The Void That Stops the Wind)

Life is so strange
 I killed a man to kill the pain he caused me
 But in his eyes I didn't see any fear
 The hangmen don't suffer but they also have no relief
 Life is so strange
 I was putting flowers in my prison cell
 Was it the revenge that made me a slave?
 'cause the door was open but I could not see
 But when I was a little child
 I asked my mother "tell me what is anger?"
 And she said "don't ask me again,
 Anger is the void that stops the wind
 It's a mistake which becomes a sin
 Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"
 Life is so strange
 You spend your life to forge an identity
 Getting angry to defend what the others can't steal
 In one person kingdom it's easy to become a king
 But there are no graves
 Big enough to contain our mistakes
 Don't you get tired of punishments?
 'cause I've been tired since a tender age
 But when I was I little child
 I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?"
 And she said "don't ask me again,
 Anger's the void that stops the wind
 It's a mistake which becomes a sin
 Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"
 When my time will come
 I'd just like to be surrounded by friends, not enemies
 Not enemies
 I don't know compassion
 But I know that thieves and victims often feel the same,
 They do not known that even soul's bruises
 At the end fade away
 Raise a glass over insults and angry memories,
 We are all sinners, we're not saints
 And If you smile behind the eyes of friends and enemies
 Maybe your life will not be spent in vain
 But when I was I little child
 I asked my mother "tell me what's the anger?"
 And she said "don't ask me again,
 Anger's the void that stops the wind
 It's a mistake which becomes a sin
 Anger is the fog in the eyes of the weak"