In a room, two lovers
Were talking about their love
While their faces, wet from the tears
Were moistening the pain.
When I feel like leaving
We have to wake up
Well, you know that they are waiting for me at home,
I will call you tomorrow.
And tell you that you are, important in my life
Even if you have arrived late in my life
I will always love you
I will see you at the same time, in the same room
We will cry, smile close to eachother
Both mad from love.
We will meet again
Close to that tree
That has seen us kissing in the afternoon
And moving away without wanting to.
The lovers that love one another
Cannot forget eachother
Love is a nomadic dream, from which
We would never want to wake up.
Of passion, both of us
Both, mad from love.
The lovers that love one another
Cannot forget eachother
Love is a nomadic dream, from which
We would never want to wake up.