Idioma Origen:
The night is still
and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask
and murmur like a ghost
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
The carefree days
are distant now
I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse
Echoing
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
I wander though your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween......Halloween
A sweet reminder
in the ice-blue nursery
of a childish murder
of hidden lustre
and she cries
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
I wander through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween......Halloween
Idioma Destino:
The night is still
and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask
and murmur like a ghost
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
The carefree days
are distant now
I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse
Echoing
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
I wander though your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween......Halloween
A sweet reminder
in the ice-blue nursery
of a childish murder
of hidden lustre
and she cries
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet
I wander through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween......Halloween