With the time
with the time everything is going away
we forget the face,and we forget the voice
the heart when its beating ,this is not the pain to go
to search far.......I dont know how to translate this
with the time
with the time everything is going away
the other one that we have loved,that we`ve searched in the rain
the other one that we recognized on the corner with just one look
between the words, between the lines and under the make-up
with a made-up pledge/oath the night is going away
with the time everything disappears
with the time
with the time everything is going away
even the most nice/miraculous/cool memories like this with the pumpkin(I think that they mean this one which Cinderella uses)
in the gallery I fumble in the ray of the death
every saturday evening when the tenderness is leaving me/going away
with the time
with the time everything is going away
the other one for who we cried just to cause our-selves a head-ache,for nothing
the other one to who we were giving the wind,the jewelries
for him,for the one that we sold our soul just for some cents
for this one for who we would suffer like a dog
with the time everything is leaving
with the time
with the time everything is going away
we forget the passion and the voice too
the voice which was saying you quietly the words of the poorest people
dont comeback too late,be careful not to get cold
with the time
with the time everything is going away
and we feel white like a worn out(very tired) horse
and we feel like droppped in a hazard game...(its not the best translation)
and we feel lonely but maybe calm
and we feel lied/cheated for the lost ages - so its true
with the time we dont love any more