And may sorrow not overwhelm you, I say from the heart
May you not get drunk on nostalgia when you see that chair
Oh, may you always find in him the kisses you lack
Because although I love you, I'm telling you, don't look at that chair
Because there you'll find me, and they can betray you,
Your outbursts, and it's just the most natural thing
The skin has memory, and there's nothing wrong with that
What I'd like to know...
Come on, Amalia1!
I only hope that the "I love you" that he told you, is indeed real
Because otherwise, you're doing it wrong
I'll make an effort because temptation won't beat me
But, no matter what happens, don't look at that chair
Because there you'll find me, and they can betray you,
Your outbursts, and it's just the most natural thing
The skin has memory, and there's nothing wrong with that
What I wanted to know
Is what story you're going to concoct for him
1. A woman's name