Why do I still wake up
In quiet mornings, when the sun soaks my room,
With tears in my eyes and ache in my heart?
When it's been half a thousand sunsets
Since my name left your mouth?

Why do you rule
My thoughts during the day
And reign in my dreams?

Will you haunt me forever?
Am I so weak to refuse to forget?
Am I condemned,
My knees forged in the red ground in front of your altar?

I am begging you, I have tried to leave,
But maybe, by some miracle, if you did
I'd be allowed to clean the blood of my sorrow off my body .