Some are forgotten, even the sound is lost in this city
Go to a supplier, a known history of the
Some players in this city-life happy endings
Some of the story as we remain half
The city has earmarked a sadness us
And it will not last
Is fed with tears
Her love will taste death
What will save us now what time prayers
Should be able to forget from crying sometimes
What will a new love us, nor delude scar
Sometimes have to accept defeat
The city has earmarked a sadness us
And it will not last
Is fed with tears
Her love will taste death