The music arrived all of a sudden.
Some call it America, some call it an electric shock.
I only know I was living out of air.
Forgive me if it sounds like rhetoric.
You were entirely the opposite of what I was looking for,
of what I thought was right for someone like me.
Instead, the one who foresaw everything was him
with the most beautiful taste of eternity.
The love for you can't be written on a piece of paper.
I can't be sung in a song, but in the meantime,
it leaves like this, breathless.
Is gorgeous like a newly born sun.
Sooner or later you'll see this isn't logic.
The life happening around us is not mathematics.
It grabs us to let us walk further on our own
and perhaps discover it is unique.
A bit sweet, a bit bitter.
A bit of mud, a bit of heaven.
Where do you find so many years of cinema?
In the place where we never look at.
Inside that fist on our faces that for us is time.
The love for you can't be put aside.
It makes me think of nothing else but you and our footprints,
beautiful like this, messy,
some right and some mistaken.
But the love for you is unique and perfect.
It's as if it was magical and it threw the cards away,
a bit like you when you never know anything
and then you read my mind if you feel like it.
If you grab my hands and smile,
I feel unique, I feel like the only one.
And can do anything
but once again, tell me I'm free
in this life I never think about.
Inside that fist on our faces that for us is time.
The love for you is stupid and doesn't care about anything.
It doesn't ask for advice, it doesn't know how to ask you questions.
It's done this way, irreverently.
It doesn't even cross our minds.
But the love for you is unique and perfect.
It's as if it was magical and it threw the cards away,
a bit like you when you never know anything
and then you read my mind if you feel like it.