I gave you my heart, one fine day,
and it never came back
In exchange, you gave me bitter herbs
and I chose to eat them.
You took the glare from my eyes:
a mirror to see you better than you really are
In exchange, you gave me the poison
of a dessert filled with thorns.
And I believed, like in a prayer,
that a love is a Spring
I trembled, ice and absinth,
in the black sea of your silence.
And I went in the middle of the desert,
which always wants everything back,
and blackberries on the brambles' branches are just an illusion.
And I went to Lady loan shark,
who always wants everything back,
For a night of wine
I will pay a hundred days of vinegar
But every night I bought a rose
and I spread it on the sidewalk,
And every petal on the ground
turned into a begging hand
and for every step towards the farewell
another thorn under my foot.