I look into his eyes
I gift reflects your silver moon for me;
The nostalgic a bottle of wine
friend and a heavy heart of unexpected surprises .
Stallion of black horsehair,
will ride occasionally the hills in my legs ..
And among some crazy dream In my mind winter.
Wings trimmed role in the pockets broken
tired body and soul,
The world forgot about me.
The confusion and doubt are
sweat on my brow;
uncertainty, punishment of waiting;
Hope, the Ășltimafrontera,
Your memory, my consolation what ... And
wanted my alisiente.
tired body and soul,
The world forgot about me.
The confusion and doubt are
sweat on my brow;
uncertainty, punishment of waiting;
Hope, the Ășltimafrontera,
Your memory, my consolation what ... And
wanted my alisiente.
The sky is so gray
Like the color of my thoughts.
As sad as my mood
Dark as my black clothes,
Matrat Seco as hair;
It is weak and the tone of my voice
Eager to be caressed by the breeze of a laugh.
The sky is gray and like my face,
expression has become tragic by their absence.
The sky is gray the rain clears and away the wrong time, ceases
divine fury.
But my anger calm
Nothing but the charm
entering the eyes!
The word dominate!
The smile that feeds!
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