Elena
I think she goad my heart
but maybe not at all, not at all.
I think she was afraid
for all the think´s i said, think´s i said.
I think she went away
never coming back, coming back.
I shoot her soul
I wish i had some blood
When she grows up
She´ll know she is wond
I think i am alone
and there it goes my soul, goes my soul.
I think she doesn´t believe
how much she means to me, means to me.
Now, she knows what it means
it means to be afraid, be afraid.
I shoot her soul
I wish i had some blood
When she grows up
She´ll know she is wond.
