Bring me
a lock of her hair to my bed
I have no other
but this last wish.
So that I could smell her scent on the pillow
I still wish for her.
And now they see me through you
and now they ask me about you
they read your name on my palm
they bury me alive, because of you.
Now I'm going
where you don't live of hopes
this soul
is tired of forgiving.
My star hadn't lasted long
When you came to me, it already went out.