Tears
Soy un tonto sin un sueño
vivir sin color
flores rojas y amarillas
en una toma blanca y negra
if you're crying over me
and a tear is falling down
and a fiction becomes reality
if you're crying over me
and when rage is strong enough
come into my arms for tenderness
look for the blossom of childhood
they are wild for a long time
these are the signs of love
they belong to you
they belong to you