Pobre Diabla
Fabiola Roudha
Poor Devil
A woman
Facing life
Naive of her story
Fragile like a flower
Trapped
In a false reality
Prisoner of the pain
That marked her heart
Love
Found you
And is slipping away from your hands
Poor devil
You are out of breath
This love has left you in such a immense void
Poor devil
Madly in love
With memories and glances
That see you and still miss you
Your soul silently endures
Those salty tears
That flood your truth
Your voice
Is tired
Of screaming for a little love
And a little faith
Love
(Love)
Found you
(Found you)
And is slipping away from your hands
Poor devil
You are out of breath
This love has left you in such a immense void
Poor devil
Madly in love
With memories and glances
That see you and still miss you
You are left
Your wings want to fly
Your heart only wants to love
Poor devil
You are out of breath
This love has left you in such a immense void
Poor devil
Madly in love
With memories and glances
That see you and still miss you
That still miss you
