aire frío...

The rain came softly, waiting for you to say just a word... but it simply not happen. You are just gone, if You hear me asking for something you'll be far away from me.

My hair moves wth the wind, hoping to feel your hands over me...

Now I feel the night over me... I can't see it, because You blinded me once I saw you, and until now there's nothing else mor beatifulk than your eyes, asking me to love you...

Sometimes I miss to think of you, ut it's too late to say I'm sorry, so I'm just gonna say that my heart still remember you