V.O.S (english)

Like a gas invade a maze,
the sadness took my heart,
and althought in pairs I have eyes, I have ears,
without you the sound and the colour lost meaning.

I don't remove the vice waiting you at home,
supporting my head in the glass
and when I tarnish with a sigh the window,
I draw a tic tac toe,
in which I tie again.

If one day we found somewhere,
don't respond or pay no attention
to the subtitles in which
you can see my smile,
I'll say you that I'm going along,
I'll deny that i am crying,
I'll pretend that the time cured all.

I can't do anything without realizing,
it's the price of learning to not cry,
and althought nothing indicates that compensates
I refuse to turn around and make me a minor.