Like almost always
When something dies
Born the nostalgia
Searching for a heart
But mine is rare
And although it is unorganized
It is impermeable to the hurt
The happiness is a make-up
Of friendly smiles*
Since you aren't (here)
Always you will be
Welcome to this place
To my list of obsessions
That you aren't going to forget.
As to remember you, without to look back
I never will forget the last waltz.
When all ends
And the silence speaks
Only your pupils will know that it was truth.
And between the crystals
Little pieces of this afternoon,
Where we started to dream.
The happiness is a make-up
Of friendly smiles*
Since you aren't (here)
Always you will be
Welcome to this place
To my list of obsessions
That you aren't going to forget.
As to remember you, without to look back
I never will forget the last waltz.
Always you will be
Welcome to this place
To my list of obsessions
That you aren't going to forget.
As to remember you, without to look back
I never will forget the last waltz.