I cry, there's no answer
My girl just sleeps
I just shout: Martina!
Please come back to me.

She's gone beyond ever
and left without hope
She won't turn around
she's exploring the unknown.

Close your eyes little angel
sleep under the oak tree
be a body of salt
that has just found the sea.

Was maybe the injustice,
the pain or the lie?
or perhaps was the hate
what my girl didn't like?

It's my last calling back
to make your dreams come true,
turn your dark mouth in red
and forget all the blues!