How many times I squeezed in the hand
A hand which there is not
Not to feel myself so lonely,
I have made you up next to me.
But days pass
They are so wet, they hide themselves
And pass more clearer
And leave only bruises
All over the skin.
The absence of you
Doesn't make me shiver,
Now I don't tremble any more.
How many times you have said to the world
I am the part of you.
How many times I have said to the heaven
I just want to go down.
And nevertheless no,
You were not
To make stop
This rain of tears on my face.
And nevertheless no,
You were not
To make me smile
Stop these damned tears
Which wash days
And dry up eyes
More liquid
And cut wrinkles on the face
To convince you
That there is no place for you on all the skin
But just for bruises.
Now when you are not any more
Now I don't tremble any more.
My tears are falling on...
My skin, my skin is not for you!
And nevertheless no,
You were not
To make stop
This rain of tears on my face.
Rains of pearl are pouring from my eyes
And drop without limits
Dirtying a salty mouth
Of passed days
To convince myself that
This skin is dried up by you
And the shiver doesn't enter.
Now when you are not any more
Now I don't tremble any more...
Now when you are not any more
Now I don't tremble any more...
My tears are falling on...
My skin, my skin is not for you!
How many times I have said to the heaven
I just want to go down...