Psicofonia (english)

Since it is no longer
He does not rest in peace
Lora His soul, cries
He does not conform with loneliness.

Since it is no longer
He began to wander
His soul slope
Without option to death by the esternidad.

Cone was posed in a cold December
Three years ago
He wanted to frighten the window
She scared when you SMILe
He looked up and his eyes fell on its merits
Until his heart.

She is a crazy, crazy loss
He loves his soul wound
Yse loved dancing without time
Psicofonías he sang in the wind.

She is a crazy, crazy loss
He appears on fire and polychrome
The ghost was mad and want to marry
The father she did not want to accept.

More a curse
What binds in the mansion
So he sings, and sings the wind takes its regret.

If you put attention
Listen his voice
And she already secure in his white cell
Baila psicofonías love.

She is a crazy, crazy loss
He loves his soul wound
Yse loved dancing without time
Psicofonías he sang in the wind.

She is a crazy, crazy loss
He appears on fire and polychrome
The ghost was mad and want to marry
The father she did not want to accept.

She is a crazy, crazy loss
He loves, she never forgets
Well, the wraps in psicofonías.

The dead speak to us, some love us.