There is nothing surprising... ... her cold embraces She touches my palm Like it´s a snow recovered me
She is daring embracing stones Inhaling the passion By her temptation No! I don´t trust in her sorcery
My heart is beating in these stones My heart is bleeding in your sores
I´m only a sunset filled by melancholy I´m immemorial temptation but I´m not a real... Forever the falling asleep inspiration of her hands Engraved in her delight... ... my name
My heart is beating in these stones My heart is bleeding in your sores