Idioma Origen:
It lets rest your face in my hands
So that it can leave the sun.
It lets rest your face in my hands
So that the pain is worth the trouble.
It flies with me towards the stop
I have created it everything for you.
It flies with me towards the stop
I will not die without taking your soul to me
You play to inside the dreams
Beams which says the space.
Minds your promises to the life
Leave me that takes the control in your nightmares.
I cannot see that all this writing
I do not compare your face with the truth.
I really am strange to you, I love you,
It returns now to my dreams!
Idioma Destino:
It lets rest your face in my hands
So that it can leave the sun.
It lets rest your face in my hands
So that the pain is worth the trouble.
It flies with me towards the stop
I have created it everything for you.
It flies with me towards the stop
I will not die without taking your soul to me
You play to inside the dreams
Beams which says the space.
Minds your promises to the life
Leave me that takes the control in your nightmares.
I cannot see that all this writing
I do not compare your face with the truth.
I really am strange to you, I love you,
It returns now to my dreams!