The heart closed into his chest in pain tight
Like a fist of rage

The cold cut my face
Like a blade
Voices in the silence, vanishing vacuum

In the wake of the shadows
Moving away from me, a wall surrounded me
As if it was plastic

Looking in the eyes
It looks at me, looking for a voice
He met mine, I found nothing

The nonsense, one more days
With the sun now laying in his pallet
I returned to my mine, as a shadow

Accompanied by the sound of my steps
One more day, it's cold outside, like my heart
The slightest noise ,

Is the biggest noise in the night
Like echoes, like an echo in my soul
One more day and while Closing my Eyes

I imagined you with me laying down on a meadow of flowers
Thousands of colors ,Thousands of colorful flowers
With a thousand flowers

Whit a thousand colors
Because we Live of dreams
Because we die of dreams

And our dreams are dying