Behind us,
behind of all,
the stars are falling in pieces,
falling, falling without God’s love.
Your love lies,
and my heart bleeds,
your soul is darkness
when the rose want to be alive.
This night dies
with the life,
in this hell stay you forever,
the cold winter has begun.
Your love lies,
and my heart bleeds,
this darkened night cries
and the wind walks on the street.
Por: Miguel Bolaños Vela (Angelus)
