Every moment of this night becomes slow,
it is increasingly difficult to breathe,
meanwhile the rain slowly falls on my window
reflecting my desire to cry!
I feel here in my chest
a huge emptiness,
and no matter how much I try to hear my heartbeat,
I can't get this heart to take away its reluctance
because it is predestined to wither!
Now who is going to rescue me from this loneliness?
From this pain that you caused by leaving!
Now who will love me?
Now who is going to awaken what I felt for you?
Now who is going to make the dream eternal again?
If I no longer have it, if I have already lost you!
Now who?
This letter I am writing to you
it is not a reproach,
it is my soul confessing its thoughts,
in prison on a Sunday
at 3 in the morning.
Well, its pain is not could overcome!
(chorus)

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