What will you say when in the silence of baked, invisible, timid,
Dissolve a dream about me, about the distant such a lonely?
What will you say when in the darkness that hid a sleeping city,
I forget the way to you, not having driven the gathering cold?

Heart of steel, a steel razor.
And the guitar drops of blood. I know, my heart is broken.
I do not forget you when we were alone,
It breaks those nights, those nights, like a day?

What will you say, when many years fly restless and quickly,
And left the marble next to the tombstone in the form of numbers?
What will you say when you realize the emptiness that I lack,
What, yielding a sudden winter image of my forever disappearing?