If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
faces like mine aren't made for
the paradise's shop.
I'm choking, I embraced my qualms and they were sea.
It won, in the end it condemned me as a culprit.
Look at me, I'm not quite well and I seem so,
we said, tonight we're going everything that's unspoken.
And afterwards, she asked me if I'll go anywhere
and I said "sure, I go nowhere and I'm going quickly."
I wanted to sleep to end the conversation, but it was in vain,
her ghost awaits under the blanket.
And the blanket seems immense like an ocean
and I'm the kind of person where my brain thinks constantly
and I overthink, I play on repeat the bad things
so as to feel a bit more creative.
And that's sick, I could save her,
but I bended from the weight,
at the critical time where she needed me,
she was dying slowly at the tower of loneliness
and I was losing the fight with my deepest anxieties.
It haunts me, that I left her alone back then
and when I saw her, she was white as a sheet.
Night is coming on and I have a fleeting hope,
that love after death doesn't end.
But truth be told, my body bleeds while I'm asleep
because the brain believes in dreams and fairytales.
My dead princess, goodnight.
In my nightmare I die one more night.
And my destiny searches for me since then,
with a bleeding wedding dress.
And I play hide and seek in the woods
with a monster of mine, from childhood.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
faces like mine aren't made for
the paradise's shop.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
I'll take my coat and I'll leave,
I'm not afraid of hell, since I've lived on earth.
What do I owe you sweetheart? What responsibility of mine?
In my dreams, close to me, tell me, what do you want tonight?
Give me a memory to write to you even though I wander
in paths that turn my stomach again...
There's no moment that's enough, you're not there anymore,
but your shadow walks around on the paper,
that's why the pen hurts like a nail
We were little, when I left
and it has an enormous weight, from now on, this decision.
And whatever I write it costs, the west leaves the blind indifferent,
so how do I ask you to love the writing that I give you?
I leave my last breath on this
and your shadow puffs up nervously for me to leave,
And I waste, my only incentive,
this is not art, from now on my love, it's a trick
so as to win sleep and a little more time,
to regret that I could but I didn't save you.
I lost everything, just before I started writing,
I'm deeply a mess, my soul is fucked up
and even though I'm turning the page, I write the same,
believing that karma will forgive me.
And my destiny searches for me since then,
with a bleeding wedding dress.
And I play hide and seek in the woods
with a monster of mine, from childhood.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
faces like mine aren't made for
the paradise's shop.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
I'll take my coat and I'll leave,
I'm not afraid of hell, since I've lived on earth.
And she told him I love you...
Until death...
Alone I'll bury myself alive,
tonight my luck turns off the light.
Tonight the walls got life,
the end calls tonight.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
faces like mine aren't made for
the paradise's shop.
If you see the angels, tell them that I don't have
any means to take me with them,
I'll take my coat and I'll leave,
I'm not afraid of hell, since I've lived on earth.