Sangre de Arachania

She left
Without speaking
Without loneliness
She left full
And the Sun
Warmed up
The walk
It was the path
And the road turned red
And the orange gave the heat
And the forests were honey so sweetened her tongue
Love
There's no need to talk
When you go
Through the artery
And you know
What happens after loving
Your tears will dry
Those footprints
Gravel dried the foot
And the heartbeat sounds in it
The tears will dry
The soul of your sorrows
And the road turned red
The orange gave the heat
And the forests were honey so sweetened the tongue