At the end of a shady day
We are waiting for sickness again
We scratch the taste that we should burn
We feel inflammation that will not heal.
This may be the end of this flavor
Maybe this is a sign that we will come later
For a moment we have fallen to hate the heavens
Although you know that the sky is not always bright.
All this pain will die
All the shouting sense will understand
Paid all these tears
Everything will end.
We'll be apart soon
We will far see the moon
We will be an unfinished story
Because it all ended tragically.
Hold my hand of love
Soon this hand will be cold
Soon I will fly into the sky
Waiting for all these plays to end.