On this grey morning, in this house
which is truly only mine now,
I acknowledge you're the only person I know
who by looking at someone gets to know them
and while looking talks to them for the first time
granting yourself one true break.
A break from judging and prejudices.
A break from the first impression.
Who despite risking a mistake,
you try to ask yourself if you will really
love that person one day.
You fill your glances only with affection
and you don't want to know about battles,
about hate, revenge and resentment,
and you're moved by all my defects.
You only laugh next to me,
next to those who know how to sincerely laugh.
You push yourself aside quite often
and you love me much more than I love myself.
The concept of a mistake emerged,
the one everyone is always universally calling,
calling love.
I stop you before the sunset,
I look you in the eye and I see you die.
I lose myself in all your hell,
why don't you let yourself be saved? Why not?
And I deny my worst thought.
I evoke my best memory.
I hope you turn your pain into gold
because the sun exists for everyone.
Exists for everyone.
Exists for everyone, eh.
What you and I know long ago surpassed
all science, logic, concept and commentary about eremite philosophy.
What you don't know and I want you to understand
is how irreplaceable and yours only
the gift of life is.
I stop you before the sunset,
I look you in the eye and I see you die.
I lose myself in all your hell,
why don't you let yourself be saved? Why not?
And I deny what is deniable, I laugh at my best.
I take care of the memory and forget about myself.
And I lose the moment while waiting that by only
losing it you will stay here now.
I stop you before the sunset,
I look you in the eye and I see you die.
I lose myself in all your hell,
why don't you let yourself be saved? Why not?
And I deny my worst thought.
I evoke my best memory.
I hope you turn your pain into gold
because the sun exists for everyone.
Exists for everyone.
Exists for everyone, eh.
Exists for everyone.