A bed, a window
And a mirror lying on the wall
Where your reflection still finds space
The memory now is like
A silent piano without its keys
That the more it sounds, the less I hear its notes here
And suddenly, in the silence, these memories
Give me back your images
And my cold hands, my hair
Long and black, on my shoulders
My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you
'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'
Skin on skin and a smile
Why so much words?
I remember this emotion
While the ray of that Sun faded away
And, around us, two hundred notes
Each life with its luck
And its fate, always
Unveil us their secret in a second
And it's true that what you kept inside you
Is always that thing that
You'll never have by your side
So I try to forget every trace
Of a very distant memory
And my cold hands, my hair
Long and black, on my shoulders
My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you
'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'
Skin on skin and a smile
Why so much words?
I remember this emotion
While the ray of that Sun faded away
And, around us, two hundred notes
Two hundred notes
And my cold hands, my hair
Long and black, on my shoulders
My lips, rather clumsy, whispering to you
'Don't look at me, but don't stop yourself'
Skin on skin and a smile
Why so much words?
I remember this emotion
While the ray of that Sun faded away
And, around us, two hundred notes
And that way, life and its path go
In balance between grief and torment
And you and I mend a heart that was broken
For we are blood that flows and that lives of loves
The past is past and nothing can be done
You either lose it or don't look for it
Sounds are floating now
And, around us, two hundred notes