The music of the clock shows that time is passing . While the candle is dancing . Hats off to kiss you I open my umbrella hoping to still be able to play Travel photo looking but never leave the place The picture shows a solitary flower vase and I think this will still break For a vessel where there are flowers to grow The cushion is soft but my soul poke me at bedtime Do not mean to hurt you , but the sound becomes annoying When worn out from crying Sing a song forget that I have no more heart The music of the clock shows that time is running out ( chorus ) Not yet dawned Who knows yet find a place of my own Sleep warns that we must dream That without dreams is not possible to walk Hope is not eternal Why not expect the dissatisfaction You need to walk to have stories to tell Lying is not necessary to have that talk . But the flower died not feel your vein pulsing Still breathes the same air that lacks It is very good to smile to keep from crying But the worst is crying because he can not smile The voice of each drop is a musical note All joints in the storm are a phenomenal orchestra The music of the clock shows that time is running out ( 2x ) The orchestra stopped playing and pleasant breath and invited in. Breathe and feel good air by breathing it takes