Goodbye, they said goodbye
The time is exact, but their love is not
And today they find each other in everything
the air burns them.
We watch from the outside
Sun, we beg you
to cure the wound of their love.
It's a distant sign
that moves the nights
tired of winter
Where will our path be?
When did the time catch destiny?
How...if your kisses are my wine
let him go, may he not stop.
Knowing is listening
words on time
that are not said
words on time