The blue night

The night of the thunder,

the night of the desert,

the night of the broken glasses,

the blue night

when the biggest present

only given once

was betrayed,

was despised,

was stepped,

by the Lord of the game,

the one who set fire ,

to the snowed hills

killing life,

breaking souls through the time.

Just indifferent,

just for pleasure,

that's enough reason.

He lives on bodies

their hearts stripped,

for lighting a candle,

his candle.

The night that I gave him

my essence is over, .

I'm still living there

but that's no important,

no important...

The night of the thunder,

the night of the desert,

the night of the broken glasses,

the blue night.