Four swords point to my chest
for trusting too much in my luck
I want to be happy in your arms
but you sentence me the murte
A sword is that you do not love me anymore
the second is to look at you lost
those that are missing are your eyes
that without seeing me take my life
If fate brought me to you
maybe it was because of God's punishment
four swords that today make me suffer
they will have to kill us both
That it is hard for you to love me again
although you can continue to adore me
And with a look cure me
four days that continue to bleed today
If you can not love me again
I resign myself to look at you lost
I see that your chest without a soul
four swords take his life
If fate brought me to you
maybe it was because of God's punishment
four swords that today make me suffer
they will have to kill us both
Only among all we can make this a better place :)