Оригинален текст
Surrounded by different compressed ideas,
he, whereas the smell of áspeles feelings explode,
is sinking Ander the beautiful mixture of water and blood
try not to hurt dear, try not to shout
try not to escape, try not enslaving yourself
fearless secrets undertaken,
images drawn in spaces , flooding,
i think... but he really never did
he really never did!
try not to hurt dear, try not to shout
try not to escape, try not enslaving yourself
self sense of destruction
his last piece of hope long dead
try not to hurt dear, try not to shout
try not to escape, try not enslaving yourself