The shadow doesn't get over his head
Because even if it is giant it does not weigh
The shadow stands out without being luminous
The shadow gives volume to things

The shadow tells you that beauty is ugly
The shadow is what the light doesn't want you to see
The shadow is not afraid of the Sun and his system
Because with fire it does not burn

They forget about her quickly
because even if she walks firm,
she leaves no traces
They talk about the universe, but nobody names her
Between the egg and the chicken, first was the shadow

The shadow works full time
She is a slave of all objects
The shadow always do what is ordered
Her master calls and she comes

The shadow produce mass for us
And the credit is taken by other
She doesn't own what she composes
She cooks but doesn't eat

The shadow has an empty stomach
That's why her future is gloomy
They do not see how she disintegrates
Because shadow's blood is black

The light wants to take control
That's why in Africa it's where the sun hits the most

We are the shadows without a face
We are the shadows without a name
We are everything that light does not tell you
We are everything that light hides.