The nameless woman
Her heart is too big, so big that often explodes
It is believed a little crazy with his eyes took in the wind
The marks on his wrists tell stories
It seems that haunts every night
The dead streets and cabarets black
You will know his name, you will understand just
For her life is a war, a battle really
She hides under her lace, dreams, desires impossible
His life is anything but easy
I often see the front of closed doors
She waits to enter, we give the keys
She has tear on the heart, and a sea of troubles
Tell him it's time
That need to be afraid
You'll know it's you, behind his tunes raped woman
You will tell him to go away elsewhere to get his freedom
The world does not waitshe must hasten
Running after his little pride
What, yesterday, it was removed
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