Look me, the dark is speaking
A thunder hits
Soul quietly admits
If run out of true
And if God forgives
Let me be blind of the work sheet
Doesen't passes
Refrain
You want me
Forget to
But the tristesse
Through years
What am I for you, tell me?!
Look me, I'm all yours
Can't that line sorry
And you're sorrow consolation
False as wine