Fire turns to nothing.

Cantaré una vez más para vos. Cantarás una vez más para mi.
Luego de las velas, en serio te tenés que ir.

Arrastrando el ayer no se vive, los errores cometidos quedan en el karma.

Y no puedo seguir dependiendo de tus ojos para que iluminen mi camino.

Darling, you really have to go.

Pressure.

I've got the smell of your skin,

I've got the taste of your face,

I've got the sound of your silence,

I've got the touch of your hands.

Still, there's something missing.

Chronicles.

So young, you little boy

You used to smile a lot

You use to run, you seemed to fly

Melodies were about singing, not about crying

You couldn't smell fear, or pain, or any of this

Then he showed up, he drown your mind

He came with a costume, he sounded like happiness.

You'd never know, nobody would

You choose they hard way, you choose to tie you in his feets

Then realized, how wrong it was

Raindrops are now mixed up with tears.