may the beautifulest love be granted to us, to us
our name has become a crazy, there isnt anyone that look at this face
the think love go down on one's knees ahead of us, ahead of us
in this time its to those who walk around a lot, there isnt anyone that gives to us
life why do you make me tired
since its very shame are you spoilling this game
it doent have a reason... the devil says draw into that one
his name pick on that one
shall the crazy destiny make eath other meet, there isnt anyone who know
the soul become sad over this not stone
it isnt a kind of love to suffer over
this heart isnt hungry for everyhing
shall it make it full, there isnt anyone who know