" A ave you ever heard the echo of those whose voices were lost in the silence?
The echo of those with no more tears fell slowly to clear the pain of loss of faith, without more, like rain on a gray afternoon, covered their faces and their eyes, making them only the echo of solitude that troubled our minds ...
laughing ever regret that you have discovered that hides behind a smile and you try to lose in the depths of our memories, until the wear that causes us over time, become just an echo ...
ever, ever felt in your memory, the warm kiss of my words and tender glance furtively crossed as you say sweet words of love, words that take us away from everything and plunged into memory idea that once we were alone ...
Eco today is lucid and clear back that the first time I heard it, and although no one look through the skies or from my window, but nothing can see in the dark, the whose cries echo those on the bank shouted plutonic, now back, because an echo is sufficient footprint understand what we are ...
We echo of our ancestors, our history and we are voice, what surrounds us.
The echo of those with no more tears fell slowly to clear the pain of loss of faith, without more, like rain on a gray afternoon, covered their faces and their eyes, making them only the echo of solitude that troubled our minds ...
laughing ever regret that you have discovered that hides behind a smile and you try to lose in the depths of our memories, until the wear that causes us over time, become just an echo ...
ever, ever felt in your memory, the warm kiss of my words and tender glance furtively crossed as you say sweet words of love, words that take us away from everything and plunged into memory idea that once we were alone ...
Eco today is lucid and clear back that the first time I heard it, and although no one look through the skies or from my window, but nothing can see in the dark, the whose cries echo those on the bank shouted plutonic, now back, because an echo is sufficient footprint understand what we are ...
We echo of our ancestors, our history and we are voice, what surrounds us.