When in the long nights
a hope lies,
when the anxiety is strong
you suffer, you die.
When to the sad door
the cold evening calls,
it wants your warm night,
you suffer, you die.
And I saw you today,
looking at the roses I saw you today,
you never say what's inside of you,
and I saw you today.
When you walk slow
under the cold rain,
when you step on the clouds,
you suffer, you die.
When runs out the dream
that moisten the day,
when you look at your room,
you suffer, you die.
And I saw you today,
looking at the roses I saw you today,
you never say what's inside of you,
and I saw you today.