In this solitary sunset, my heart has been saddened by the
whole world,
my traveler, whose backpack full of dust
reminds me of the sound of pigeons wings,
maybe Abra is sitting on the white wings of Abra,
how good is crying that the height of the world has taken my heart, how good is crying
that you have taken my heart like Abra, I
went on this journey unaware, cursed,
did not hold my hand, did not hold my tired hands,
where should I go
from this silent city?My heart is broken, who do I hate
this old pain, where should I tell it, to whom should I tell it,
you called me, you called me, I
heard my heart,
you called me, you called me, I
heard the voice of my heart, I heard the voice of my heart,
I searched for you by crying, but I didnt see you anymore,
I searched all the moment, but I didnt see you anymore, the
warm body of your lover, who is cold? Look at my hands,
how tired you are, see how lonely I
am not you, the color of the dawn is pale, the dead star
is the black of the night, the good days are buried,
your voice was the sound of the birds, it was full of air,
what happened when the wings of your voice were closed, tell me where they broke your tears, where did they break, they went to my
grave,
and the shadows took you away
, the people of the stories, they all died
.Where do I go from this silent city, my
heart is broken, who do I
hate, this old pain, when I say it,
where should I go, to whom should I tell you,
you called me, you called me, I
heard my heart,
you called me, you called me, I
heard the voice of my heart, I looked for you crying, but I didnt see you
anymore,
I searched for you with tears, but I didnt see you again.
But I didnt see you anymore, but I didnt see you anymore,
I didnt see it.
