Strofa:|She's fading in the grass|She has been stolen from the same nature|That gave her the light now I'm laying close to you |I would hold your hand forever|But you start to get so cold||Inciso:|And this cold will wait for me ' for me||Strofa:|Now I can't hear your heart|I'm just pretending that I can see your breath |Still smoking in the air this silence rapes my ears|But if I could say just a few other words|I'd say how cold it is here without you||Inciso:|And this cold will wait for me ' for me|