My lonesome soul
Always alone
Without anyone understanding your suffering,
Your horrible suffering
Imitating an existence that's always full
Of joy and pleasure
Of joy and pleasure
If I were to find a soul like mine,
how many secret things would I tell it?
A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look
A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine
A soul that looks at me, without saying a thing
It would tell me something with only a look
A soul that would get me drunk with a slow breath
That, to kiss me, it would feel what I feel
And sometimes I ask myself what would happen
If I were to find a soul like mine