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…