In My DoomsDay
César
Numb mind
Don't exist a moonlight
That can to obscure
My though
Undo the beat
At to give me the time
To count my steps
To torn apart the moonlight
I give myself to the bed
When closes the wheater
All seems to cry, seems to cry
I surplus this moments
That i keep in my chest
Where all are perfect
Don't let this to finish
I search in the end
What the others loses
And i finding in myself
The pain, for those who forgotten me
I sow in the moonlight
That the weeping want to hide
A life to finish
With only one desire to lose