700 cartas [English translation]

700 letters to be opened

One million photos to be hidden

All the luggage, a sad end

And four walls cry for me.

So disconcerted for not suffering

A thousand pieces of my heart.

Rosenvinge sings and she makes me feel

That even the dog asked for you today, for you

Today I'd want to think that there is a relief

Able to calm this fear of loneliness, of loneliness.

Today I'd want to think that I still have the remedy,

The desire and a creed to continue, to continue.

What can I do if it didn't hurt

This universal love story.

If Deluxe sings it he will make me feel

That even the cookies taste like you.

Today I'd want to think that there is a relief

Able to calm this fear of loneliness, of loneliness.

Today I'd want to think that I still have the remedy,

The desire and a creed to continue, to continue.

This time a judge won't either be necessary

There are no claims on paper.

If you are in agreement, it's better like this.

Follow your way, mine is here

Mine is here, here, here...

Seven hundred letters to be opened