You, always as a song
You melt melancholy
You smile to the extinguished sun
You know how to recover the truth
Here's why I sing of you
Nearly of love
Half of a feeling
Which part are you
Perhaps hundreds, perhaps a day
All or nothing, it matters little, you know
Here's why pink medlars are born in you
As far as I'm concerned, what you want is the wait
And it speaks me from the heart
I protect you
Like a new love
I could also die for a while
In order then to recommence
Speak to me about yourself
Consume the time
However it is the spirit,
it is here in your sky
and speaks me from the heart
You are my hung thread to the virtue
You are the dream that it not there
You are new to me, you are the moment
You are the air that you are not.
Look for me in you as if in me you are suspended
As far as I'm concerned, it's what you want that is the wait
And it speaks me from the heart
I protect you like a new love
I could also die for a while
In order then to recommence
Speak to me about yourself
Consume the time
However it is the spirit,
it is here in your sky
and speaks me from the heart
Because to give sense to the senses
I want a life of... you