the boat had left

en un pesimo ingles,

in a way I  can not explain,

I only saying good bye,

to my old street, good bye to my sweet dream,

to the gosth, of life, you only  saying good bye,

on the way you talk about me,

ohhh  take my body, take my life, take me all,

and when whisper are trying to teach how to live,

the spirit of all is gone,

so littel girl don’t cry any more,

just go to sleep again….

close your eye and will be soon,

maybe not that soon as you expect.

go away, go far as you can go…

run as much as the body could take,

but in the end life is not there,

is in dark where yo must find the way