A thousand fine voices take it for granted
the hands mark the end,
I don't know what is on the other side,
doubt is like the sea.
I have come this far,
everything is over,
I repeated, liquidated,
remembering what was,
my luck has ended.
The pain of those who
search and do not find,
the fear of talking about misery,
The reason that looks to the side,
the indomitable instinct
loose without reins
I have come this far,
everything is over ,
he repeated liquidated,
remembering what was,
my luck has ended.
Uoooo,Uoooo
Uoooo,Uoooo
Uoooo,Uoooo