The Masks

In the night when all of you go fall masks, we wash pretensions and lies ... Only our faces remain from scratched care and the loneliness that weighs ... We are stripping our dreams of hopeless, illusions already covered with dust ... Tomorrow's meetings are still postponed around the corner are waiting again ... And we're still saying we're going to change our lives, we still promise we will not be sorry, then shrink quietly into the bed without faith, without hope, again ... That's how the years go by waiting for something in loneliness ... Our hearts have long been deserts thirsty for a drop of water ... We are always in the cares and problems, and we can not sleep again tonight ... What do we expect ... We did not have time ... And loneliness will not be hiding with makeup!