There is no longer staying in your home, there is no reading of poetry without rhyme, a heart that does not have a voice, because of the one who does not write poetry, in the gamble of love, which does not win, the days that are gone are not counted, in the book of life, whatever it is, its pages are no longer read, when the mirror screams at you, my heart remembers you, we are all memories, my heart fills towards you,
the life of the days that have passed a few years ago burn our hearts, its memories If Bitter or Sweet reminds us of him every moment, his memories if Bitter or Sweet reminds us of him every moment, when the mirror screams at you, my heart reminds him of you, we are all memories, my heart fills towards you,
there is no longer staying in your homesickness, there is no more reading poetry without rhyme, the heart that does not have the voice of existence, for the one who does not write poetry, in the gamble of love that does not win , days He is gone, he doesnt count, in the book of life, whatever it is, its pages are no longer read, when the mirror screams at you, my heart remembers you, you are all memories, my heart fills towards you, my heart remembers you.
