In your dreams she places your dress red blood, but I was not cold, he/she opens the door of your calmer home than the own night and her this there in your cemetery it is everything that makes her happy, stop in front of the mortuary as a lady of the night, together we go where we want.
I won't continue crying, I am not screaming, I am not more smiling.
The death separated my future of yours, our road was not traced like us we wanted and it will never be, walking at the alone cemetery, the rest of my life.
It will never be, it will never be.
The night here ends never, I never see the sunshine, just dawning,
I never see her again, my present this marked, my destroyed past, my future finish, her future is as the rose that withers with the time.
Life drawn in a paper piece and torn in a thousand pieces.
I don't want to be showing, for all that I am ending, little by little.
The death separated my future of yours, our road was not traced like us we wanted and it will never be, walking at the alone cemetery, the rest of my life.
It will never be, it will never be how it was.
I walk at your cemetery, I carry you until my funeral.
What should I make?
But for where did I want to go?
Now I will leave or then I will be here.
In your home of hope.
