When a person is born
In their book of destiny
A good story or a bad one is made up.
And the life we'll have
Is written and concluded there
The choice is not ours.
Why do you try
To forget my love
If in those writings
The path assigned to you is different?
Then you run away
Realizing that this foolish destiny
Decided that the two of us
Belong to the same story.
The direction of your steps
In your life and my path
Are written with the same strokes of pen.
The truth is clear
It's that you are my half,
The other half of my life.
Why do you try
To forget my love
If in those writings
The path assigned to you is different?
Then you run away
Realizing that this foolish destiny
Decided that the two of us
Belong to the same story.
I don't know why
In the story of our destinies
Not even one line can be read
Where you and I are separated.
And if destiny
Has already assigned us these parts
You've been mine since you were a boy
And I've been yours since I was a girl.