in the emptiness of all the night
I feel myself so free, so freed
Not necessary more than that scythe
Now I am with the open mind
The moon in I silence observes me
The light breeze burrow in my face
This is the paradise that reserves me
The part of my life that I have taste
È at this wonderful moment of the day
That awaken my hidden being
Me book of all Melancholy
E I deliver myself to the forbidden feeling.
When the day to come back to border
New start of seeing faces
Faces that like to be deceptive
With its falsenesses and injuries that give disgust.
Therefore I prefer the night to ramble
Therefore thus it will not have faces with which to hate.
I am only one solitary angel…
That howitzer cries in its room cures and cold…
I feel your lack…
To lose the will of living…
Without you to be with me…
I cry, I cry…
I try myself to commit suicide…
But nothing it advances…
Tapeworm in my room…
That it reserves secrets hidden for detrás…
I am only plus a solitary angel
