At the rise of your beauty, 

You already stop and stare, 

Just like this flower fades. 

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

Long black veil

Covering your eyes,

Blame the Holy Lies

Telling you to care

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

Catching the stars
With my eyes,
Singe my look
And burn my dreams.

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

From this little hole,

You are pulling the strings,
Spreading coloured spices,
For me to cringe.

But my lovely, 

With all my care, 

Aren't we just becoming shades?

When you and I were each others.