Idioma Origen:
Septembers begun with a goodbye to my heart
The pictures you put in my head brought tears
Behind my icy hands
Come closer; breathe my name and nothing more
We are mere whisperings of a heartfelt elegy
So when I scream for you, do not answer me
When I beg you to hold me, just walk away...
Idioma Destino:
Septembers begun with a goodbye to my heart
The pictures you put in my head brought tears
Behind my icy hands
Come closer; breathe my name and nothing more
We are mere whisperings of a heartfelt elegy
So when I scream for you, do not answer me
When I beg you to hold me, just walk away...