Looking for a translation more faithful to the original version, translate the official version that comes with the booklet's single.
Credits: Calliope.
My vision begins to blur,
The glass sky, the color of the wind,
The only spinning carousel,
I wave my hand,
My voice fades for some reason is more important to me
my guilty conscience.
vacuum
More tears of comedy Left
to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
Here .....
In the dark morning, I pretend the window is a frame,
asleep Awake my leg and pressed my hand against this mojado
piece of paper spring flowers and the petals fall, giving life to the river,
to reel from side to side Where you going?
I put my hand on the heavy and closed door The remains of the parade
,
silent laughter that I can not sleep again tonight.
vacuum
More tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
here ..... Let there be love
The burlesque dance of the seasons endlessly hurt,
Abandoned to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
and be melted by the dreams I hold out.
(Sangro as a form of compensartelo all
How pesada is blood?
Happiness and sadness are very close)
The hand that will be born tomorrow, will be simply pure and nothing MnAs,
I can barely see with all these tears ....
vacuum
More tears of comedy,
Left to be just taken,
Left to be just damaged,
here ..... Let there be love
This is a Ferris wheel, where I can look down and see
The melody begins to climb down is also sweet and beautiful,
is terrifying,
exposed to the sun's shadow is etched in my memory,
and touches my heart more than any of the words mixed.
public Pd I leave a few days, then will be closed to just friends.
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