Idioma Origen:
So high on believing
Not seeing your changing
I carry the weight and I´m weary
We´re rounded severely
Despite of your vision
You claim seeing so clearly
Can´t respect your decision
In the wake of the weary
Your angels are calling
The aim is rewarding
Through ashes and falling
So helpless and withering
We´re wounding severely
Despite of your treason
And a future I´m fearing
I try to run when the walls come down
Try to hide from the feelings I´m fearing but still.
Can´t respect your decision
We´re wounded severely
Should see it so clearly
And I can´t take it no more
A life in a lie where I scream and I cry
But she won´t lie no more
Idioma Destino:
So high on believing
Not seeing your changing
I carry the weight and I´m weary
We´re rounded severely
Despite of your vision
You claim seeing so clearly
Can´t respect your decision
In the wake of the weary
Your angels are calling
The aim is rewarding
Through ashes and falling
So helpless and withering
We´re wounding severely
Despite of your treason
And a future I´m fearing
I try to run when the walls come down
Try to hide from the feelings I´m fearing but still.
Can´t respect your decision
We´re wounded severely
Should see it so clearly
And I can´t take it no more
A life in a lie where I scream and I cry
But she won´t lie no more