Love is like papers to be deciphered
and long nights and days to learn.
If I had a pen, I'd write to you
If I were more creative, I'd draw your portrait
On sheets of crystal to be destroyed
And watch out, if I had a knife to cut!
But I had more judgement I wouldn't deny
that if I had a house, I'd host you
and that if it rained, I'd give you shelter
and that if there were shadows, I'd hide you in them
If I were a true travelle, I'd had already met you
and at every crossroad I'd waved at you a thousand times
If I were a guardian, I'd look after you
If I were a hunter, I wouldn't chase you
If I were a priest, I'd pronunce you with my tongue between the teeth
as if you were an oration
If I were a priest, I'd sing you with my hands over my mouth
as if you were a secret psalm
If I had better arms, I'd contrict you
If I had better lips, I'd kill you
If I have a good mouth, I'd speak to you
If I had nice words, I'd stop you
at a corner of a street
and I'd nail you to a random cross
But, instead, I come close to you
like a burglar, a killer, during the day
to steal your pace, your pace and silhouette
and then I love them at night when the sleep lasts
and then I love you for hours, hours, hours
and kill you with love at dawn
and then I love you for hours, hours, hours
and kill you with love at dawn
Because love is paper to be deciphered
and long nights and days to be calculated
since love it's all about sign to be guessed
Forgive me
if i haven't had the time to learn
if i haven't had the time to learn
to learn.