Calle Desierta
Kiruba
Deserted Street
Our life was
Failed, failed
Time passed
Failed, failed
May 8th of last year
Dawn at his prison
What eyes remain now remembered
Sunset of his mistakes
Yesterday your vein speaks
in my deserted street
Yesterday's sorrows with your taste
And what happened with that open door
What became of you and that love
When that year of time vanished
Wants to bring
You didn't care
So silent your last song
Challenged sometime
There is no emptiness and pain
The moon always fills
For a flower to bloom
It is necessary for me to leave
