My dear one, say something
to me that I am full of crying,
to me that I am
defeated without your voice, my
dear one, say something
to me that I am hot, I am sobbing,
to me that the last refugees in my love are sobbing, say
something so that the mirror
does not get tired of being
singular, complaints,
no sobs, do not let the sobs
be filled with your silence, the songs of me
stay again, and the
ashes of the butterflies
, say something, but do not say about
death. And the memory of
your nightmare, tell me
about my moments
, say something, but dont tell us
that our story is over,
dont say that my sun
is over in the tent of the night, the
minutes say sonnets,
when you break your silence,
the canaries fall in love,
when you talk, my
dear, say something
to me that you are silent
, to me who is your bedmate, but forget you
, say something so that the mirror
does not get tired, they sing about the absence of anyone
, complaints
, not sobs,
dont worry. From your silence be
filled with songs, stay
again, and the
ashes of butterflies
, say something, but dont say about
death, the memory of
your nightmare, tell me
about my moments,
say something but dont tell our
story,
dont say that my sun is over at night,
say something, but dont say about death,
the memory
of your nightmare, tell me
about my moments
, say something, but dont say that
our story is over.
