Broken glass

Among the shards of broken glass,
Among the pieces of a broken heart,
The pain of my soul envelops me,
And the angels at the foot of the bed sing to me.

Lost in this cruel world,
Dismayed by rainy days.
The drops of water wet my soul,
And large thorny flowers grow.

Dirty from the mud of life,
Upset by lost love,
I don't want to look back anymore,
And I pass by all of you, silent.

Thoughtful, with a fog in front of my eyes,
Dead inside, full of tears,
I pass slowly by all of you, the living,
And I break, and tear apart, your hearts.