The night is cold and I am depressed, the way is far away and my feet, I am tired of the darkness and, I am a dead lamp
only from the road, the passage of time is far away, people a shadow passed over the wall, sadness added to me, the sorrows of darkness
and this devastation came unaware to make stories with my heart ,
it is not a secret that the color that says with me a little patience, the dawn is near, every time I make this call from the heart of this night, how much Its dark
