Your hand is despair, caress at the dawn of spring, all the peace from you in the tip of your finger, what do you have in the book of my story, the meaning of every heart was to break and die in your grief, mourning, O companion,
O balm, O line of my destiny, O companion, O balm, what would I have written without you
, what would I have written without you, what would I have been the idle role of a lost boat on the shore with thousands of wounds on the hearts of loved ones, a memento that does not need any need, unaware of any need. Cunning with the sin of purity, I lost in every gamble,
O companion, O balm , O line of my destiny, O companion, O balm, what would I have written without you,
what would I have been the flame of pain, the story of the cold ash, the wound of the cowardly world , the story of waiting with me, the ruin of the pain of your hand, but what did you do that you taught love with another meaning
, O companion, O balm, O line of my destiny, O companion, O balm, what would you do without you? Wrote
