I can not hear you cry,
because you flood my soul,
of the most intense pain…
of the most acerbic beat…

I can not say you goodbye,
because my heart cracks,
as a rock without a crag…
as star without a lair…

Your tears flood my life,
and I can not hear them
if you are not close…
and without injuries…

They are like the bitter storm,
that leads the ship to drift…
They are like cold dew,
that even so,
it makes the flood beautiful…

Your tears, your tears…
How many truth and foolish lies…
How much pain do they drag?
In this farce that we have discovered is life…