The burns of life mark you with an iron
Make you believe in hell until you lose the flame
Love can go so far as to undo
What he had built from his tears
And the fire that destroys the archives
Makes the past in us disappear completely
We no longer see a single living soul, a heart to warm
And without further ado, something warm, something tender...
Make me dance on the ashes
Tell me to surrender without defending myself...
In the middle of December... Our hearts split...
to? to spread... On the ashes...
I saw the ephemeral fires of passions
That we sacrifice on the pyre of vanities
I saw the emotions burn
br/>And don't even sing anymore
And without waiting any longer for something warm, something tender...
Make me dance on the ashes
Tell me to surrender without defending myself...< br/>In the middle of December...
Our hearts will split to spill...
Our hearts will split to spill...
Near you will come the other side of the 'forgetting...
You are my spring in the heart of winter, my survival...
And without waiting any longer for warmth, tenderness...
Make me dance on the ashes
Tell me to surrender without defending myself...
In the middle of December...
And without waiting any longer for something warm, something tender...
Make me dance on the ashes
Tell me to surrender without defending myself...
In the middle of December... Our hearts are splitting...
to? spread... On the ashes...
Without further ado, tell me to surrender...
Without defending myself, tell me to surrender...
Without further ado.. .
On the ashes...
On the ashes...
Tell me to surrender...
On the ashes...

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