Palabras - Dulcamara

ЇPor qu la vida no son sino recuerdos?

ЇPor qu el llanto de una flor es…

Es una vida destrozada

Una lujuria de pasiones anidada

En el pensamiento, sin remordimientos, no…

«No tiene razn de ser l,

Es un cuento,

Sueo»

SOLA QUEDAS YA

ATERRADA AL PENSAR

QUE NO SOMOS MS

QUE PALABRA QUE FLUYE POR…

… QUE FLUYE POR LAS

FAUCES DEL DIABLO

Y A VECES ES ESCRITA

A MI LADO, DESOLADA.

Rojas letras que se queman,

Al descubrir nuestras almas en pena,

Y rebelde y ausente por…

Porque es recuerdo -de sangre-

La soledad

Que inunda un libro por sacar su brillo de…

«De la msica que respiran

Sus tapas de dolor, de temor, pasin e ilusin»

SOLA QUEDAS YA

ATERRADA AL PENSAR

QUE NO SOMOS MAS

QUE PALABRA QUE FLUYE POR…

… QUE FLUYE POR LAS

FAUCES DEL DIABLO

Y A VECES ES ESCRITA

A MI LADO, DESOLADA

Why is life nothing but memories?

Why the cry of a flower is…

It's a shattered life

A lust of nested passions

In thought, without regrets, no…

"He has no reason to be him,

It's a tale,

Dream»

YOU STAY ALONE

TERRIFIED AT THINKING

WHAT WE ARE NOT

WHAT WORD THAT FLOWS THROUGH…

… WHICH FLOWS THROUGH THE

DEVIL'S JAWS

AND SOMETIMES IT IS WRITTEN

BY MY SIDE, DESOLATE.

red letters that burn,

Upon discovering our souls in pain,

And rebellious and absent for…

Because it is a memory -of blood-

Loneliness

That floods a book to get its shine from…

«From the music they breathe

His tapas of pain, fear, passion and illusion»

YOU STAY ALONE

TERRIFIED AT THINKING

THAT WE ARE NO LONGER

WHAT WORD THAT FLOWS THROUGH…

… WHICH FLOWS THROUGH THE

DEVIL'S JAWS

AND SOMETIMES IT IS WRITTEN

BY MY SIDE, DESOLATE