Laughing, now I miss our laughing
And only a sterile life is left
My heart won't make it
It all seemed to be really simple
To those who believed in fairy tales as we did,
While searching for another truth
You feel that you need something
That there's always an excuse
That happiness is an offense
That there isn't any spark
That the star is lit off
But there isn't any guilt
The night is really silent
Love is another thing
Useful, now saying everything is useful
It will hurt these fragile souls
More than any other truth
Nothing is left but a half of the heart
It will always be on suspension
Without making any noise
As if we were waiting
For that ray of Sun
That we used to be
You feel that you need something
That there's always an excuse
That happiness is an offense
That there isn't any spark
That the star is lit off
But there isn't any guilt
The night is really silent
Love is another thing
Tell me if you believe
In what you can't see, though
Nothing is left but a half of the heart
It will always be on suspension
Without making any noise
As if we were waiting
For that ray of Sun
That we used to be
The night is really silent
Love is another thing