In another time before to this 
I often had to wait in front of your door 
while the night was getting cold 
and the stars were making laugh at me. 
I only dreamed about your hair, 
I only wanted to be there, 
with some presents in my hands. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things were broken with my tears. 
I can feel the electric blue of pain. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things they fade away these years, 
fade away these years on my own. 
Summer season was in high school, 
usually the snow felt in my soul 
so accustomed to be out of time 
like a swallow in Christmas time. 
Nothing cares to me, you are out of here, 
think cares to me if you were miss. 
I'm waiting you in front of your door. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things were broken with my tears. 
I can feel the electric blue of pain. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things they fade away these years, 
the electric blue of pain, the electric blue ... 
the electric blue of pain, the electric blue ... 
send me a postcard please. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things were broken with my tears. 
I can feel the electric blue of pain. 
Sorry miss, 
but now those things they fade away these years, 
they fade away these years, 
they're broken with my tears, 
fade away these years on my own.