Black Day

Dreaming with the hell
My soul it is destroyed
In pieces like glasses
The day is not the same

The hell it’s better
My soul is the true hell
The suffer, the pain
The devil cry for me
While all dance below

I found the reason
Found the love
And I did not find it

In the black day my soul it is destroyed
Like in pieces glasses
And the Devil cries for me
While all laugh below