I don't sit down anything

but I foresee that to jets he/she escapes

the magic of my wornout soul.

her in the thrown street,

some distant sirens

that they sound in the forgotten night

speedy steel horse

your gasoline, my blood and their body

they mixed in the floor,

the gray of the highway

drawing their mane

And the light is turned off

and their voice is turned off

he/she is turned off the light it trembled

and the stretcher doesn't arrive

fight looking for an exit

go to listen their heart

with the confused hands

I don't stay in foot, I don't arrive

until the girl of my life... ohohoho!

No... because he/she doesn't speak I don't understand

he/she makes a moment I left saying

don't run so much that I am afraid

the ambulance flew

between the life and the death he/she thought

that it missed their house so much

it makes bitter laugh in the bed

it imagines that it is a reveille

with all those nailed needles

he/she jokes about their luck

he/she makes him feel but strong

between the life and the death

it is thought so different

And the light is turned off

and their voice is turned off

he/she is turned off the light it trembled

they closed him the curtains

and I listen to pass the life

and the soft beat in heart

the understood insinuation

a clumsy farewell of...

the girl of their life.