And I'll get lost, get far away from you
I'll become smoke,dirt,dirt and water
And I'll get spilt, in the rivers I'll get spilt
Close to you not even one,not even one minute
On Sundays,you'll be looking for me at churches
On Saturday nights you'll be looking at the docks
In the corners of our killed love
You'll be crying but nothing will be good for you
And I'll throw myself, I'll throw myself in the wave
Foam I'll become,stone,salty stone
And I'll deny,I'll deny the whole world
Close to you not even one,not even one minute