A little out of cowardice, a little out of weariness
On the burnt land of our days of happiness
A little out of vanity, a little out of habit
for fear of being alone, we live together
Like the strangers who have nothing to tell each other
Like people in rush who see each other by chance
we exchange few words with a pale smile
Without having anything in heart and anything in eye
We have nothing left but regrets and remorses
Nothing but a love which is already dead
No matter what we do, we are not
But two face to face beings
Who live like strangers
But what happened to the couple who loved each other?
We will never know it
because we stay side by side
While denying our faults
And live like the strangers
Maybe out of modesty, maybe out of weakness
We never address this important issue
And ridiculously frozen by distress
While hoping for the impossible, we are killing the time
The time that surely devours and devastates us
This impurity is held in our hearts
And we are two fools who think that are wise gorged in the past which is dying slowly