I saw you crossing the pavement quickly and restless.
Just by looking at you, I wanted to caress you.
In this spring the warm sun awaits,
I didn't even manage to tell you 'How are you?'
You don't know well the times I thought 'I'll call her'.
Surely she'll want to listen to me.
And then thinking that it's useless and knowing
that I'll collapse amidst a thousand shivers.
Come and tell me if we'll love each other again sometime,
or if it's better this way, to let it go.
Coming back one day would be a sign that we learned to live.
And you're still there, still and thinking
if you want to escape or to stay here, alright.
A chain that tangles you up and is barely breaking,
looking for that hug that doesn't hug you at all.
It seems easy but at the same time it complicates itself,
to know if love is true or if it's not.
In every labyrinth, you only see one door.
Now is not the time and as always I don't know how I'll get out.
Come and tell me if we'll love each other again sometime,
or if it's better this way, to let it go.
Coming back one day would be a sign that we learned to live.
Because, my love, we're like this, you and me, and we pursue each other
so we can later both flee, touching each other.
And I ask myself what you asked me yesterday,
is everything over or is there something standing still?
Come and tell me if we'll love each other again sometime,
or if it's better this way, to let it go.
Coming back one day would be a sign that we learned to live.
Because, my love, we're like this, you and me, and we pursue each other
so we can later both flee, touching each other.