My dream if it woke up
When feeling the cold that if it spread in the night
The rays that it cleared my circuit
It was her! The most beautiful woman
It was her! My angel of the cemetery
For the pale, gold lips of blood
A woman shadow, are face completely
Overflow as drops of a fallen cup
They were just threads of tears
That are took a bath his/her face.
Quiet lonely the edge of the lake
Waiting the day to fall to meet again
My goddess, my angel, my blood, my soul
Waive for me!
When feeling the cold that if it spread in the night
The rays that it cleared my circuit
It was her! The most beautiful woman
It was her! My angel of the cemetery
For the pale, gold lips of blood
A woman shadow, are face completely
Overflow as drops of a fallen cup
They were just threads of tears
That are took a bath his/her face.
Quiet lonely the edge of the lake
Waiting the day to fall to meet again
My goddess, my angel, my blood, my soul
Waive for me!
I listen a funereal song from a distance
A shady song
As the wind the night
Singing smoothly with the withered flowers of the death
It was her! The most beautiful woman
It was her! My angel of the cemetery
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