Berger Oil Paint Colour Card

When you need me to cry alone Like a rolling

already nightfall, when the father
sun sets behind the hill, my mind
dreamy paid to talk to you.

long as the shadow of the night
will this last, dear my love, she'll
and reflections of other days.

swore the love that will not be forgotten,
and man you said you are mine.

Tucked in your promises I'm looking for the love of those days,
and again see the beauty of yesterday
and the castle of love promises.

I would not destroy others' dreams
love forged in the heat of late
you wanted to offer without being forgotten your mind and heart,
of you want and whenever you wanted.

I, myself, the old who loves you still, -
who sees you differently?

Ah! Chieftain crazy, childish and vain soul,
intend to perpetuate the morning abrileña
and stop time with your little hand slightly. Neither
with all this snow will melt your soles.

I'm going, I turn to my shadow, my dark hovel
where I can mourn,
where I can shout a bit
without being assaulted by the fear of being corny.

I have the sick heart of an ominous evil.
my days pass in a sea of \u200b\u200bmelancholy,
and my nights of discomfort
no room for hope.