Duro invierno

At this moment,
the night has fallen,
and nobody breathes for me;
no-oh, no-oh, no, nobody for me.

I am a night walker,
and I am a lover of metal.

I search for myself,
fallen into an abyss,
and I hear my song singing;
oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, singing my song.

The asphalt is getting harder,
but I walk the same.