The world takes your love
and hurts my heart
what kind of dream is this
it hurts a lot (lit. burns the liver)
The world that turns my day, my sun
into a very dark nights
Bring back those who left
It (he/she) is wounded
It has no smile, no willing to come to me
It has a lot of reasons, but not interested in me
It has no spring, no flowers anymore
Even though it struggles with its sorrows
Even though it is getting used to its poison
It does not matter, we got fooled by bad games
There are echoes in the empty walls
I forgot myself, you too leave
Give me a hand so not to make this love fade
I have trusted, turned with a knife on my back
I have quit my past, myself
But if you can not forget come
Look at the past that burns me on the snowy mountains
break, pour, my heart is inside my cage
It comes when i want to go
Love the dreams that have no troubles
and leave