Do Tears Not Yet Spilled Wait In

Hour Of Nostalgia, Hour Of Happiness, Hour Of Solitude.

Well, Now If Little By Little You Stop Loving Me I Shall Stop Loving You Little By Little If Suddenly You Forget Me Do Not Look For Me For I Shall Already Have Forgotten You If You Think It Long And Mad The Wind Of Banners That Passes Through My Life And You Decide To Leave Me At The Shore Of The Heart Where I Have Roots Remember That On That Day, At That Hour, I Shall Lift My Arms And My Roots Will Set Off To Seek Another Land

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

I Want To See Thirst In The Syllables, Tough Fire In The Sound; Feel Through The Dark For The Scream.