Sola

It seems that no, that he does not love, that he does not adore
That refuses the gaze of the Sun
Alone she will see
He remembered the steps, the missteps
Of the deception that he once suffered
She will come alone
He didn't cry, no, he didn't wet his cheeks
I didn't like the sound of the sea
Who was his sea
His game, his slave, the wine in his mouth
Your eyes are waiting for me
His hunger for love, his sad pains
His simple confessor
Your leisure time, the glass to the bottom
The rain on your skin