You evil murderers
you soul is killing us
...
I will draw on the canvas of my soul
the golden waves of your hair,
...
This is darkness, this is rain,
the unfolding everlasting pain
of the lover
and I suffer
...
I remember the nights
I was crying my pain
with a bottle of alcohol for tears.
...
She had the spring in her eyes.
She draw a rainbow with her smile.
...
I used to laugh with things
that don't sound funny anymore.
...