You talk out there that do not love me
You swear not feel anything
More night's nightmare on his bed
Loneliness in early
Phone off the wall
My name scrawled on its agenda
Symptoms of unresolved passion
And of love over evil
You lie down but sleep, give it up
Do everything to fall asleep no use
Tá dying of longing for pride
It does not come looking for me

'Who forgot not cry
Who still remembers crying
When you forget tears
Do not scribble the agenda
Who forgot not cry
Neither the bed rolls
If you lose sleep
is that you love me