Fear of the dark

I'm afraid of the dark, lass.

[I saw a college;

A joke;

And a woman in love with the dead on the street].

Let the lights go, please.

My hands are still icy;

I'm afraid of the hyportemia.

Give me a fondness;

Do not make me doom

And do not even let your light go out.

Light-skinned woman;

I need your understanding;

In those days of thunder.

Not that he does not like the noise of thunder;

But today, I'm afraid to hear them.

[Take me away from the blood.

And the rivers that drown me the ways]

I've cried too much today;

For not having seen you all afternoon.

I want the warmth of your body;

For this time, do not feel fear;

Of death.

[Well, the only thing I believe;

It's in your love.

Even when he drowns;

At the bottom of a river].