Lost times under the guise
Somber moment in the mire of a vice
No sleep, for the noise of your tragedy
Ignites the frail peace to break into pieces
The morning sighs away the posture of the night’s last stand
Listen to the troubles that arise
For the song of birds awaken a new dawn
Beautiful radiance, don’t disturb my patience
Desire from the stable of fools?, don’t go near
For you will be disappointed