Soul of mine alone, always alone
without anyone understanding
your suffering, your horrible undergoing.
Faking an existence always full
of joy and pleasure
of joy and pleasure.
If I find a soul like mine
how many secret things I'd tell it
a soul that by looking at me without saying anything
tells me everything with the look.
A soul that get me drunk with a soft breath
and by kissing me to feel what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what could happen
if I find a soul like mine.
And sometimes I wonder what could happen
if I find a soul like mine.