Sola

It seems that no, that loves that doesn't adore,
That refuses the gaze of the sun,
Alone she will see...
She remembered the steps, the missteps,
Of the deception she once suffered.
Alone she will come...
She didn't cry, didn't wet her cheeks,
Didn't enjoy the sound of the sea,
Who would be her sea...
Her game, her slave, the wine in her throat,
Her eyes my waiting,
Her hunger for loves, her sad pains,
Her simple confessor.
Her leisure time, the glass to the bottom,
The rain on her skin.