At the end

No longer i want to see it again
My soul this game in two by you,
It does not concern the fire to me in which i burn today,
They say that i am ill of love,
That i rise and i return to fall by you,
Whenever you appear my in front of…

So that without you there is way nor no destiny,
I am lost,
So that without you they do not concern the minutes nor the days,
To me so that without you it does not present nor future to save
Me…
Of this beautiful treason that i kill my reason…

It pardons if i forget to me you,
I feel it if it exhausts the illusion,
It does not concern the oath to me,
That i gave you they,
Say to me that your love i finish,
That single you are a song of yesterday,
A sigh that in the air i remain,

So that without you there is way nor no destiny,
I am lost,
So that without you they do not concern the minutes nor the days,
To me so that without you it does not present nor future to save me…
Of this beautiful treason that i kill my reason…
Where you will be… when my lips look for to you,
And where you will be ,
The so sweet dream that it was of both….
You were my beautiful treason…
You were my beautiful treason…
So that without you there is way nor no destiny,
I am lost so that without you they do not concern
The minutes nor the days,
To me so that without you it does not present nor future to save me…
Of this beautiful treason of this beautiful treason…
Of this beautiful treason...
That i kill my reason…
That i kill my reason…