I want you to understand
Into a well we fell
We had our pact
And we did not fulfill it
And it is not a question of guilt
Nothing more
If the angel who he guarded our door, he did it wrong I lost
But the dog I had rented me his sycatris
Loneliness...
And there is nothing to do now
Distance does not understand sorrow
And no longer There is nothing to do
Compassions and other people's lives
Battered by the world
I went to bed
More than ever I wrote loneliness to you
On my wall
I waited for nights long
Lying on carpets
I prefer to be dark
Than not see my shadow
And maybe I won't recognize that I saw you
You were with your green jacket
And your gray fanda
Solitude...
And there is nothing more to do
Distance does not understand sorrow
And there is nothing more to do
Compassions and lives other people's
Battered by the world
I went to bed
More than ever I write it to you loneliness
On my wall
And there is nothing more to do
Loneliness< br/>And there is nothing more to do
Compassions and other people's lives
And there is nothing more to do
Loneliness
And there is nothing more to do
Compassions and other people's lives
Solitude..

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