Idioma Origen:
Darken my eyes
With innocence
And Capture my life
In a red paper box
I've fallen from this world
Fallen from reality
And broken my wings
Spreading out our history
over thorns and nails
My little child
My little child
help me
I've fallen
(Whisper)
You break me
with your porcelain hands
You take me
to painful lands
You break me
Into tears and blood
Did you want me?
Did you want my love?
Idioma Destino:
Darken my eyes
With innocence
And Capture my life
In a red paper box
I've fallen from this world
Fallen from reality
And broken my wings
Spreading out our history
over thorns and nails
My little child
My little child
help me
I've fallen
(Whisper)
You break me
with your porcelain hands
You take me
to painful lands
You break me
Into tears and blood
Did you want me?
Did you want my love?