How can I imagine that life goes on the same,
how, if your steps no longer cross my gate?
How can I accept this reality,
how, if until yesterday the sky
shone in your glance?
How can I console the rose and the jasmine,
how, if your laughter is not heard in the garden?
How can I lie and say that tomorrow you'll return,
how can I wake up if you are not there?
How can I imagine that life goes on the same,
how, if your steps no longer pass my gate?
How can I accept this true fact,
how, if until yesterday the sky
shone in your glance?
How can I console the rose and the jasmine,
how, if your laughter is not heard in the garden?
How can I lie and say that tomorrow you'll return?
How can I wake up if you are not there?
How can I pretend this fact,
how, if until yesterday the sky
shone in your glance?
How can I lie and say that tomorrow you'll return?
How can I wake up if you are not there?
How can I wake up if you are not there,
if you are not there...