Our bodies die in each other's womb defeated by sleep and fever Nobody comes, neither today to hold this hands that shiver Fast confessions without any words Your eyes always avoiding mine But bashful hugs, they never lie and make our solitudes collide
The green dawn will lean on a steamed window The wine in our blood taking us by surprise this time…
The darkness will become as thick as your pain the graceful blow we dealt reflected in our sight this night…