Dormida

Every second without your skin, is drying up my voice, every bark in your paper, is withering my love, and I'm blindly looking for you, in a tomb without doors, and even if you hide like a child, the truth, I know well that you are asleep, by the memories of another life, where I.
The days pass and here I am, next to your sunless grave, if you leave, where do I go, my feet don't obey me, they want me to go to the desert, they want me to descend into hell, and even if you hide like a child, the truth, I know well that you are asleep, by the memory of another life, where I.
And even if you hide like a child, the truth, I know well that you are asleep, by the memory of another life, where I.