But it is a little late
Get out of the way
Roaming against me
I will find her again
Some part, I see it
Touching my hand
Is there someone?
Answer
Answer
Of course, I still love her
In those living slums
But it's a little late
Where living is cursed
We interfere in our own legs
I came closer, when I saw you
It was you, it was you
I still remember
What did we get from those days?
Those days...
And the memory of those days
Those days...
And the memory of those days
But the heat is there
But the heat is there
We go further over there
Under the shadow of our steps
Who continues without us
It was her, it was me
It was her on my neck
We don't know
What did we get from those days?
Those days...
And the memory of those days
Those days...
And the memory of those days
Those days...
And the memory
We sleep
We sleep
We sleep
We sleep