Lonely, dying, hid the sun for love
I found the peace when she, a wild teen, showed me the way
Hello darkness, is the moonlight turning on?
Still remains that was done, your ghosts
All the ones who are gone,
You have known them for long
How many were old men?
How many young sons?
Baby, they're all born from love
Like an angel burns a sacred forest for love
Gloria, her ashes forever embers
One and lonely, just like poetesses ride through the reason for love
You had mercy for the lost
How many are ghosts?
You showed mercy for love
How many really shone like your son?
What married before
Now lies in underworld
Roads over your shoulders
How was it all run?
That's why I'm an old man
For love