Diente and Me (english version)

Like Diente, we are at the start of the road, We have a little way to the heart of life, Slipped away, lost from our hold, Put the broken heart in a box, wrap it tight. The sun sets, our bodies weary, Hopeful mornings await us dearly, As dark as the past, bright lights appear, Born alone, alone we’ll disappear. Like Diente, we are at the start of the road, We have a little way to the heart of life, Slipped away, lost from our hold, Put the broken heart in a box, wrap it tight. The sun sets, our bodies weary, Hopeful mornings await us dearly, As dark as the past, bright lights appear, Born alone, alone we’ll disappear.