..on my left..
I havent seen him from who knows when
but I still have his photo from when he was young
to make me remember what have been, and what seemed to me
With who he is, what is he doing, I dont care
but forgiveness isnt growing for one night like a flower
because a lot of water will run til i get over him
but dont tell him that, dont tell him
I know some love die because they are born far away *
I know that to them two tears on the bottom of the river will remain
I know it's one city that will live when everything stops
I know it's forever here, on my left
I wouldnt recognize him if I'd met him now
But I still have his photo from when he was young
to make me remember what have been, and what seemed to me
every place in the world can become my home
but my heart will always walk that street
where, at the end, you're waiting me under the light
in the city of lost love
I know it's one city
it's one night
I know when I give my heart
it will be for good