I have a flower that bleeds ...
Night of my nights,
of my nights pale
...
you was going you to hide a secret
but my being can not stand,
here very deep in the chest
I have a flower that bleeds,
a flower that when
the sun leaves her
cries pinks tears ...
Night of my nights,
stars the observe her
but never consoles her
nor speak to her,
night of my nights
I have a flower that bleeds ...
It's so beautiful, so radiant
when in the garden
intertwines with butterflies,
but then
when the light of day turn off,
bleeds my flower ... bleeds my flower ...
I never it was going to confess,
but now that I the observes
bleed at night,
and I shudder of pain,
is I drowns the heart
when to bleed I see her...
Night of my nights,
you who are so serene,
you who knows of sorrows,
I want that to my flower you get closer
and consoles her
with your beautiful moon, full moon ...
that does not touch her the strong wind,
that does not destroy her the mist,
that does not splashing her the dew,
poor my flower, of lost loves ...
Night of my nights,
beloved night mine,
do something for her, my flower
that bleeds of love
until that again
appears the new day ...
that only with their clarity
can calm ...
Night of my nights,
I have a flower that bleeds ...
heal her without asking anything ...
I did not know why bleeds
so much my flower ...
Authorship:Raquel Norma Smerkin RoitmanVer más
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