inconditional past

CONDITIONAL  PAST

Will so much have wanted to like the life along the days without deferment

I will as well have wanted to believe as the way was marked out along the railway

I will so much have wanted to run the rage in the middle with research of happiness

 But I went up the snow-covered collars of my years dangers

 And my dammed state made me skid the doors are close and the memories explode

I will so much have meant you the beauty of the things without the worst not becoming an empire

 I will so much have meant you the route which makes dodge the "galere"

 I will have wanted to say you as well the love as I carry you before time does not carry it

But I lost the faith and fire without flame in which I bathe my heart burns only my skin where the cold bleeds me

But silence is of ice and all exceeds me.