| Since he is no longer
|
| He does not rest in peace
|
| His soul of him cries, cries
|
| He is not satisfied with solitude
|
| since he is no longer
|
| He began to wander
|
| His soul of him penitent
|
| No option to death for eternity
|
| They met in a cold December
|
| Three years ago
|
| He wanted to scare her out the window
|
| She scared him when she smiled at him
|
| He looked into her eyes and fell into her depths.
|
| to your heart
|
| She is a crazy, crazy lost
|
| He loves his wounded soul
|
| And they loved dancing without time
|
| EVP that sang in the wind
|
| She is a crazy, crazy lost
|
| He appears in fire and polychrome
|
| The ghosth and the insane girl want married
|
| Her father does not want to accept it
|
| more a curse
|
| ties him up in the mansion
|
| That's why he sings, sings and the wind carries his lamentation
|
| if you pay attention
|
| you will hear his voice
|
| And I'm sure she's already in her white cell
|
| Dance psychophonies of love
|
| She is a crazy, crazy lost
|
| He adores his wounded soul
|
| And they loved dancing without time
|
| EVP that sang in the wind
|
| She is a crazy, crazy lost
|
| He appears in fire and polychrome
|
| The ghosth and the insane girl want married
|
| Her father does not want to accept it
|
| She is a crazy, crazy lost
|
| He adores her, she never forgets him
|
| Well, he wraps her up in psychophonies
|
| The dead speak to us, some love us |