From my left side
I haven’t seen him I don’t remember when
But I still carry his picture when he was young
To remind me what has happened and what I have imagined
With whom he is and what he does it doesn’t concern me
But to forget just like a flower it doesn’t grow ( happen) over night
A lot of water will flow before I get over it
But don’t tell him that, don’t tell him that.
I know that some love dies because it is distant
I know that two tears will be left on the bottom of the lake
I know that that is the one city that will live when everything else stops
I know that it will always be on my left side ( by the heart).
If I would meet him now I wouldn’t recognize him
But I still carry his picture when he was young
To remind me what has happened and what I have imagined
But the heart will always follow that road
Where under the light you wait for me
In the city of lost love.
I know that is one city
That is the night
I know when I give my heart
It will be forever.