Idioma Origen:
I see the pain in your eyes.
It seems that I am going to escape to a ruthless sector,
Where my wounds will be able to heal,
I wait for the day that happens the event that I have yearned for.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and to forget.
Forget, is the word that I can't forget
And feel your lesser breeze to mine.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and to think.
Think the way to flee,
Think to live in another place.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and rest.
Idioma Destino:
I see the pain in your eyes.
It seems that I am going to escape to a ruthless sector,
Where my wounds will be able to heal,
I wait for the day that happens the event that I have yearned for.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and to forget.
Forget, is the word that I can't forget
And feel your lesser breeze to mine.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and to think.
Think the way to flee,
Think to live in another place.
Yearning to wait for the day that you leave me peacefully,
Yearning my happiness thus to leave my vice of love
And I can see an exit to the ache,
But I see the pain in your eyes and rest.