Letras sin palabras I
They silent voice who spoke so loud in the dailiest night,
enchanted the trees whit these words that are not to be utered again by a mere soldier of fortune:
Mis huesos se derriten del dolor de esta misma tortura,
lo sé
siempre lo supe y no lo...
enchanted the trees whit these words that are not to be utered again by a mere soldier of fortune:
Mis huesos se derriten del dolor de esta misma tortura,
lo sé
siempre lo supe y no lo...