He takes me in his arms
I feel him in my soul
he dominates my thoughts
I feel his breath in my body
He takes me his arms
we are joined by our blood
eternal love
we are creatures of the night
Cursed for our love
we are creatures of the night
and we
however never we feel the pain
We are perfect together
To make what was broken
Our kiss will join us for the eternity
In the moonlight nights we will be together
Stealing souls
Drinking blood
The beauty is a gun destroying your soul
Your image is obscure and you think that is everything that you wish
Your eyes don’t reveal yourself and you don't know who you are
You don't know who you are
You let the appearance to deceive yourself
You wish that everybody loves you
And adores you
Like a porcelain doll but when you hear the song of your little music box
You will see that you are lonely
But the ballet dancer spinning in your room
Sleep baby sleep little child, beautiful dreams you will have
Hold your pillow and close your eyes so strong
And your fear will go
The nightmares are waiting for you this night
Sleep little child
Sleep little child
I REMEMBER WHEN I WAS IN YOUR ARMS
WHEN U TOLD ME THAT I WAS EVERYTHING TO YOU
I PROMISSED YOU NEVER LEAVE...NEVER LEAVE
IN MY EYES THE SORROWS
SO I WILL RUN AWAY
I WILL FLY TO ANOTHER PLACE
MAYBE SOMEDAY...I WILL LEAVE YOU
MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU COME TO ME
MAYBE SOMEDAY I CAN BREATH
MAYBE THIS DAY I DONT BE HERE
WHAT I HAVE TO ?
CAUSE MY SOUL IS YOURS
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN FEEL YOU STILL HERE
YOU ARE HERE WITH ME WHEN I TRY TO HIDE
I WILL SLEEP TO SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
MAYBE SOMEDAY...I WILL LEAVE YOU
MAYBE SOMEDAY YOU COME TO ME
MAYBE SOMEDAY I CAN BREATH
MAYBE THIS DAY I DONT BE HERE
I CANT FORGET YOU
I CANT FORGET THIS TIME
I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU
I CAN HEAR YOU CRY
O que fazer
Minha entrega foi em vão
Se descobri
O inútil que as flores são
Rios de lamentos
Lagos solitários
Que refletem a dor
Escondem os bons momentos
Porque há algo em seus olhos
Que vêem o desconhecido
Sutil melancolia
De um futuro fatídico
Tentando sugar
Uma carga de solução
Que só desnorteia
E não orienta a razão
Agora sinto
As histórias têm fim
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