To whom can i say these which i would say to you
I cannot say them neither to my own self
I don’t have anyone person very close to me
To say to him all these which i would say to you
Me that i love and, but i don’t have you
I keep silent here
In another hug, in foreign hands
To whom i can say
These which i would say to you
To whom can i say these which i would say to you
Loneliness gives me accommodation and food
You’re not here and loneliness consumes me
She consumes me and she leaves me alive
Me that i love and, but i don’t have you
I keep silent here
In another hug, in foreign hands
To whom i can say
These which i would say to you