Otra noche en Durem.

A walk around Durem nights,

Fortune was not all I’ve lost there,

In a bet I’ve lost my heart.

Never bet against your own pride.

Now I only keep an old paint

Just a requiem for my wings.

The night grabbed on her path

My poems, my sense, and my faith.

And she keeps my smile on her bag.

The poem which I wrote with my dreams,

And her smile surrounding each verse

It’s now trash waiting for the death.

A night around Durem streets,

An image was all I could reach

A beloved girl’s goodbye

She has stolen the rhythm of my mind.

Now I only own an empty dorm,

Hardly draped hiding the sun.

The night grabbed on her path

My poems, my sense, and my faith.

And she keeps my smile on her bag.

The poem which I wrote with my dreams,

And her smile surrounding each verse,

It’s now trash waiting for the death.