And while getting lost in dreams and the bitter creations of the mind i´m only shadows i whip against my image the wasted tears of past because when strolling in my empty path i tune the empties melody in a subtle spell i repeat the voice that the melancholy gave to me that winters night i rise the flight i fall and don´t get up the current drown me and i can't move I'm only what you see, emptiness feeds me and my weak words can not reach you you don't hear them, you can not feel them, the whisper of my sorrow, dying in your lips they stroll in your streets, the lost lodgings, forgotten kisses, emptiness, that how i disappear.