The weather changes
Maybe it will rain?.
A thought beyond the windows goes,
Under the arm of melancholy
Finding myself alone, how ironic.
Where are you now, my friends ?
This winter never ends…
In my ear, your song,
I haven't cried enough.
How painful it is to see you go.
Angels with, without luck,
Without a star on the flag,
Tender heroes of this war,
But who knows? if anyone knows…
How much? cost not being here!?!?
Really angels!
Someone wearing his blues,
He doesn't even know why? ? here.
Truly angels.
I hoped…
You would be here.
Meanwhile another day goes away,
Under the arm of melancholy,
Finding myself again only, how ironic!
You angels...Who betrayed you?
So many promises, not even a smile...
I would still go back to that sleeping bag,
Counting all the stars with you in the sky.
Truly angels!!! Angels!!!
But who knows? if anyone knows...
How much? cost not to be here!!!
Truly angels!