I see fire

I don't really know where the world is, but I miss it now. 

I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name, like a fool, at the top of my lungs. 

But don't matter what I have to say, nobody is listening.

But no matter what I try to say, I'm only whispering.

Just my echo, echo, is the only thing coming back.

Who could listen a dragon's roar, at the top of the world, if there's no roar, no world... and no dragon?

Quiero irme a casa.