Love and Pain Lyrics

Over the wall
Of my alcove dark and cold
I have your photography
Nailed with a dagger
Under the old metal
That will guide me
My impious hand
Your face looks at me
With a mortal anguish

And when the day is lost
And the said green tee
Axalts my deep sorrow
It's hard to find...
Other way
To make your death

Because she was of this way
Because she was born in that country
Because she sold my sold
And my life breakdown

Oh my god you are living
In theheavens
Because you don't remember me
But you remember the fruit in february
When is wound it's ruby pulp
I have open my breast and you don't
Look at me
But you remember the black bunch
Threw the poplar leafs
With your breath
In the subtle air
And in the broad winepress
Of my death
Still you don't want
To squesse my breast