Life has its own calculations;
We hesitated for nothing.
My heart has sunk in the sea of love
Now i've got loneliness.
What do we have left of
That big mountain called love?
Just a wreck of our heart.
Pouring salt on bread
Getting used to loneliness
Everything has a cure
The hardest thing to do is to forget
Pouring salt on bread
Getting used to loneliness
Everything has a cure
How hard is it to endure?
If i still mean something to you
Come by and say hi
Don't go, let it be over for you too
How much of a life you have left
If i still mean something to you
Come by and say hi
Don't go, let it be over for you too
How much of a life you have left