I have searched through your stuff again and I didn't find
more than one note that I kept
where you told that you were going to come back later than 10 o'clock
Secondly, I went to the shores on which I hardly ever took a step
The days were spanning long that I still keep on waiting here
to hear your keys through the wall
Tell me what to do now?
How do I live my life if hours are left for me?
If I find myself lost in all the stories
that go through my spots
Tell me what to do now?
If the "I love you" sounds like a bullet of a pistol to me
If the hug is not yours, it tastes like a joke to me
Who will dare to love me
when there are no applause or people shouting my name,
with a bare heart on a path of mistakes?
On each print of my hands
On each key of my piano, I looked for you
Some fake that they have seen you
Without dissimulation, I turn the world upside down
I went to the gardens of silence in which I hardly ever saw rain
apprenticing in bars
I stopped kissing all the crystals
when the reflection once deceived me
Tell me what to do now?
How do I live my life if hours are left for me?
If I find myself lost in all the stories
that go through my spots
Tell me what to do now?
If the "I love you" sounds like a bullet of a pistol to me
If the hug is not yours, it tastes like a joke to me
Who will dare to love me
when there are no applause or people shouting my name,
with a bare heart on a path of mistakes?
Tell me what to do now?
How do I live my life if hours are left for me?
If I find myself lost in all the stories
that go through my spots
Tell me what to do now?
If the "I love you" sounds like a bullet of a pistol to me
If the hug is not yours, it tastes like a joke to me
Who will dare to love me
when there are no applause or people shouting my name,
with a bare heart on a path of mistakes?
with a bare heart on a path of mistakes
with a bare heart on a path of mistakes