You are slept and I cannot hacerte well
You are so far and so near the time
The weeping wakes up, the storm already happened
Leaving in you brush poor heart
And you are seeing drop the sun
In some sad dream
Seeing drop the sun;
I always go to sangrarte
I am drowned in empty sensation
I feel that a ground is house if I lie down next to you
My spy mind seeing in the imagination
Empty nights only fill with your voice..