Dark room and cold
She stopped before him
Outside it was cold
And the wind blew
For several sides.
Now he would not be a poet
But she would have to explain
It started with a pardon
But he replied.
If the love is gone
Why not tell right away?
Doing what she did
There's no conversation.
And that cold
He wanted to invade the fourth
And take away all the problems.
It's so much insincerity?
These two who loved each other
And they cried through the dark nights and cold.
At the end of everything
Simply left each
They left the room
Continued with a smell of cigarette smoke and mold
The disks were rarely touched.
