Still I remember, that morning of winter…
I remember well after a tender kiss…
still I remember… Bodies… still I have...dreams…
But I repent myself to leave… seeing without you… without having
we two for finishes time…
The death still is alone a gone ticket of
Prum place still, for somebody without life…
Rocks, dagger this does not wound me more…
I am free… I am of departure…
Scars, nor I remember more… the wound that I have…its souvenir
brings… Its fingers in the piano, touching a good bye song…
Good bye my dreams, my prantos, good bye… that God?
The death still is alone a gone ticket of
Prum place still, for somebody without life…
Rocks, dagger this does not wound me more…
I am free… I am of departure…
You did not give choice to me, you only had a possibility…
He says me if to my he leaves it blood alliviated…
Therefore its brought me torment… brought me the sin
It exempts the ghosts torment, me…
it exempts my sweet end… exempts without end, without time…
To feel its body, its pale hands with me cold… And not to hear a
light sigh at least… That love pain… Mine it has taken flower,
my sad moan, my shout of pain…
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