From heavens came to me
some kind of love,
I swear I didn't know,
that cut my life in two.
Little by little it lightened up
the darkest rancor.
It embraced me every cold night
From its hand, agony was gone.
I didn't know how to give
not even half of my heart.
I didn't know what I had,
I didn't know until I lost it.
She was an angel, was a sun;
she was a place in my song,
a miracle I didn't deserve:
the truth to all my lies.
She was white and I was grey,
a moonlight without an end,
a star and, of all of them
the most beautiful, she was that way.
In her eyes I saw my error
that my ego perpetrated,
I didn't know that with her leaving
all my life would go behind it.
She was an angel, was a sun;
she was a place in my song,
a miracle I didn't deserve,
the truth to all my lies.
She was white and I was grey,
a moonlight without an end,
a star and, of all of them
the most beautiful, she was that way.