Whats the matter pretty girl? What suffering killed the sparkle in your eyes. You used to walk down the street followed by your lucky star Now, don´t know what´s up with you, can´t figure what made your lips become as cold as ice Incapable to draw a smile the expression of that face that long ago dazzled anyone who dared to gaze Now is broken and you are being consumed inside your own hell and I dont understand why you don´t want me to give you my hand ...maybe a hug... Still remember when you were happy and your eyes were not lost,
when you Gisele, pretty girl, had self-respect and knew what you wanted, everything was perfect. But now youre walking on the tightrope you´ve reached the limit of your own destruction and you know it... Make up your mind! Take a new turn or let yourself be drawn into the end... Hey Gisele! I don´t want you to stay good-bye. Hey Gisele! Tell me why...