What a long night,
The dawn will not come.
Through the windows
The hours escape.
The moon fell on the path,
Melancholy coin that threw ...
The immensity
For the two cents of its brightness,
The guitar of the crickets ...
They relieve loneliness.
Leave the silence, no, do not tell me anything;
I feel the dawn in your eyes.
I want to be a blind man in your summer,
Deciphering with my hands
The mysteries of your skin.
Cataract, fever and hecatomb;
And die when I name you ...
Before dawn.
Chorus:
Light tiredness
That the sun does not come,
I can be your God
In a smoke sentence
And alcohol.
So that you are far away tomorrow
That dreams get old
If you get to wake up.
There is an impossible in your look
And your amazement in the distance
It's on its way to the end.
-------------------------------------------
Night is going,
You will leave at dawn.
Like a wound
That becomes nostalgic.
I can not follow you
I'm a coward.
I'm afraid it's too late,
I'm afraid to start.
Beach of passion, water and boredom
You have the wings of the river,
I can not dominate you
When you leave,
And I am at rest,
That my torrent
Be gentle stream.
And leave me a hole in our bed
To join all my chest
In case I do not see you again.
Like an old tree with withered leaves,
I do not resign myself to anguish
Of an autumn without after.
Chorus:
Light tiredness
That the sun does not come,
I want to be your God
In a smoke sentence
And alcohol.
So that you are far away tomorrow
That dreams get old
If you get to wake up.
There is an impossible in your look
And your amazement in the distance
It's on its way to the end.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)