If only I could wake up
In a world of love,
Without old dues
And these freaks that constantly followed me.
If only I could kiss you,
without bad memories of cold Springs,
Without the images of suffering,
that always seem to follow us.
Because my life is a game without limits
A tired story, ripping out pages,
That have nothing written on them.
Because my life is constant falling,
When I count the defeats nothing remains,
I only drag the habits
And everything remains on that.
If only I could wake you up,
Make you coffe, bring it to bed,
And kiss you,
But that isn't and doesn't exist.
If only I could fall in love
With a small villager, on some meadow
Up there in the space,
So that I don't see below me.