You are weary, for each turn that the world gives Growns in you the certainty that you´re nothing Unhappy, your life is a tragedy that every day Gives you more reasons to escape.
And nobody knows that your fight dwell inside. Every night the demons awaits you on the darkness All your dreams outcome in angels burning in the paradise No one for you will hold his hand I´m not dreaming, is the cruel life.
At the beginning you thought that all your wounds Could be closed by the time You believed in the lie of the happiness Then understand that the life will hurt us until the end Misfortune real of the every day
You are weary, for each turn that the world gives Growns in you the certainty that you´re nothing Distressed your life is a tragedy that every day Gives you more reasons to cry!
Cry! Search for relief in the cry trying to heal The wounds that time is unable to close
All this wasted time searching for the happiness As them showed you a cry of mankind lost in the void of the innocence No one helps no one
No one for you will hold his hand You´re not dreaming, is the cruel life That will hurt you until the end Why sustains the pain, for what maintain the life?
Is not the sense you want to feel , and cry For the sunset of your heart Will the stars shine in the sky, and cry The serenity of peace be reached On the instant of die...