Y no amanece

The midnight sun came through the window
and with the light of a car, your face lit up.
The rain that soaked your streets so mourned;
I wish it would also cleanse your soul.
And it doesn't dawn.
And it doesn't dawn.
And it doesn't dawn.
The sunlight screamed your name so distant,
your eyelids tried not to hear the call.
And it doesn't dawn on your face.
And it doesn't dawn on your back.
And it doesn't dawn at home.
The noise of the street also reminded you,
but when I held your hand, you didn't wake up.
And it doesn't dawn on your face.
And it doesn't dawn on your back.
And it doesn't dawn at home.
And it doesn't dawn on your face.
And it doesn't dawn on your back.
And it doesn't dawn at home.
And it doesn't dawn.
And it doesn't dawn.
And it doesn't dawn.