"The wind blows through the streets, which surrounds the people with the song of the rain,
Those who go their way lonely and abandoned, and implore a God who does not exist for mercy.

Desperate and abandoned by those who loved them, offer their help in times of happening,
Those who do not know and feel like you, shake hands and help you walk.

Fallen angels, this is what we are, what we are proud of and what escapes us
The wind slides through the fingers like the wings, which determines them for a new life.

So we walk around like shadows of the night that don't know where the light, the day breaks,
Who spreads everything, even if only for hours, the feeling of never-before-seen wounds. "