Fragil

Fragile has not become easy
Sending it to oblivion
To a cold canyon

Tender and perfect killer
Of my desire to hate you
To die in your voice
In a sweet nightmare

Captive in my surrendered body
Searching for the meaning
That you split in two

And easily I have a thousand reasons to miss
Could you forget them?
And I turn on my lights during the day because I still hope

I shout your name to the sky and the wind hides it in its vanity
I continue to be the beggar who waits surrendered in his vanity

The story is more fragile
Than in a hundred thousand papers made to fly

And I turn on my lights during the day
And believe that you are still mine

I shout your name to the sky and the wind hides it in its vanity
I continue to be the beggar who waits surrendered for drops of humanity

And I turn on my lights during the day
And believe that you are still mine

I shout your name to the sky and the wind hides it in its vanity
I continue to be the beggar who waits surrendered
If you will return, if you will return (4x)