Whats the matter pretty girl?
What suffering killed the sparkle in your eyes.
You used to walk down the street
followed by your lucky star
Now, don´t know what´s up with you,
can´t figure what made
your lips become as cold as ice
Incapable to draw a smile
the expression of that face that
long ago dazzled anyone who dared to gaze
Now is broken
and you are being consumed inside your own hell
and I dont understand why
you don´t want me to give you my hand
...maybe a hug...
Still remember when you were happy
and your eyes were not lost,
when you Gisele, pretty girl,
had self-respect and knew
what you wanted,
everything was perfect.
But now youre walking on the tightrope
you´ve reached the limit of your own destruction
and you know it...
Make up your mind! Take a new turn or
let yourself be drawn into the end...
I don´t want you to stay good-bye.
Hey Gisele! Tell me why...