Like a ghost that walks around
And burdened soul of its channels
Succeeding its life
When others have bruising and
Succeed in life, even if...
Understanding... not
And this ghost is walking
There, under the guise lies the problem
Murmur of the waves...
The half-word wave
Me...
Rumored that must sometimes
Finding a trace... of self
Give me back,
Give me back the other side of me
Debris of dreams glass of crack
Give me back the memory of my...
Perhaps sap ? Can be fever ?
Give me back for another time
The will to live an equilibrium
Give me back love and the choice
Everything that makes up which reigns
Like a ghost who is struggling
In the dawn damaged without skin
And no one has not understood
That it is embraced, half and...
And no one has caught her cry
Restart its life,
Also