With this glass
To you I take to my chest
With this glass
My pain finishes
If you were free
Perhaps I enter you right
Of that it nails, is nails of your love

With this glass
I move away from your side
With this glass my pain finishes
And if tomorrow
I am defeated
Yet my core
I must hold myself

I do not deny it
Played with my pains
And I was the Earth where you were above bad
But you know that your the same one you condemn
And there will be misfortune your cruel end

With this glass
To you I take to my chest
With this glass
My pain finishes
And if tomorrow
I am defeated
Yet my core
I must hold myself

I do not deny it
Played with my pains
And I was the Earth where you were above bad

But you know that your the same one you condemn
And there will be misfortune your cruel end