The world breaks,
the world is bursts
and it could seem I'm mad,
I only want you to stay in my bed.

The world kills,
The world dies,
and I wouldn't want to turn my back to it,
neither supplicate for it to wait for me. 

And if tomorrow there's only an angel left,
and if tomorrow we're only air,
and if tomorrow we're found tagled let us rest of the world, like this.

The world jumps through the window,
and I, bitting the red of your face
haggling to conscience between your wings.

The world ends, the world losts
and our souls die through our mouths
playing to be innocent souls.

And if tomorrow there's only an angel left,
and if tomorrow we're only air,
and if tomorrow we're found tagled let us rest of the world, like this.