Again, a cold look, a face
Aged, by the humidity, the darkness
Between four walls, what difference does it make?
What does it matter? The prison
It is deep and made of stone
There are no good days for me
No one knows me well, no one knows
What are my dreams
Every night, I remember your
Body lying under the sun
I swear, I never did it
I wanted to do it, I'm desperate
I'm sorry
I'll give to anything, to be able to see you again
There is only light, when there is no darkness,
I don't know how much time will pass, I can only
Wait, for a little light,
To see the divine image, the one that left me
My god on the wall
The one that left me, my god on the wall

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