Alma

Why do you see it?
Why do you fell it?
How do you scape from it?
Why do you believe in it?

The imaginations rises by the shadows
Like mutual storms without traces
And again and again I'm lost in madness
I can't see your face
Why, do you write your ilusions in the stars?
You don't know the true
Our destiny is not so cruel

I believe
I can see your aurea in purple
I believe
Ican feel your dreams in your touch
I believe
You can't scape from this sorrow
I belive
I am just waiting from you

Why do you see it?
Why do you fell it?
How do you scape from it?
Why do you believe in it?