I think useless are words
When silence is bigger
Useless are my gestures
To speak with you of love
I think useless are smiles
When night searches for us
Useless is my grief
To speak with you of tenderness
I think useless our mouths
When sin returns
Useless are my eyes
To speak with you of the past
I think useless our bodies
When desire is certain
Useless are my hands
In this hour of purity