I know a scent,
With a smell of sorrow,
I've worn it a few times.
I know it's inevitable,
One day or another, everyone passes away
Without warning, without a cure.
Who on the sphere1 will pass away after you?
For whom will the mascara run?
I don't know, I don't want to.
And I hold back my tears,
Until life lets me go,
Again, in the waves.
I would do anything
For her to take me
Instead in her arms.
Who on the sphere1 will pass away after you?
For whom will the mascara run?
I don't know, I don't want to.
Who on the sphere1 will pass away after you?
I don't know.
1. a. b. c. Earth