Under a rain of pain
And a gray sky that extinguishes the heart
That was watering thousand
histories of torn leaves
Making this pain alive
And today not these
And yesterday You were shining with the Sun
That escondio one evening
And was done late and not return
And em my window
I saw the pain Your face in every drop
It was done by night and I do not shine
The moon that yesterday
I do not illuminate
And I was hoping the morning every night
And the day that I never come
And today not these
And yesterday You were shining with the Sun
That one evening
And was done late and not return
And in my window
I saw the pain Your face in every drop.