When there isn't compassion
Or even a gesture of help
What to think of life
And of those we know we love?
Who thinks for themselves is free
And being free is a very serious thing
You can't close your eyes
You can't look back
Without learning something for the future
I ran to my hideout
I looked out of the window
The sun is only one
But maybe there are two mornings
You don't need to come
If you won't stay
For at least one night
And three weeks
Nothing is easy
Nothing is certain
Let's not make of love
Something dishonest
I want to be prudent
And always be true
I want to be constant
And always try to be sincere
And we want to run away
But we remain always not knowing how
Your eyes
Don't tell stories anymore
Don't bear fruits nor flowers
And not even the sky in beautiful and silver
And what I used to be I no longer am
And I have nothing to remember
The saddest thing is wishing well
To someone who doesn't know how to forgive
I think I'll always love you
I just don't want you anymore
It's not a wish, nor it's longing
Sincerely, it's not even truth
I know why you ran
But I can't understand it
I know why you ran
But I can't understand it