The world was only for both
and to both
their home was some clouds lying in the sun
Love in their sights, yes in their answers
and for their pain, just one end
He left, his hair painted of grey
She stopped taking care of the garden's flowers
and said "Come, we have to live"
And the guys in the neighbourhood called her crazy
and some men dressed in white told her "Come"
and she cried "No, Sir. Can you see? I'm not crazy.
I was crazy yesterday, but it was for love"
And the guys in the neighbourhood called her crazy....
In the hospital, in a bench beneath sun
she can be seen
smiling, staring at her old clock
thinking that the one who walked away will come
and that carried her heart with him
And the guys in the neighbourhood called her crazy
and some men dressed in white told her "Come"
and she cried "No, Sir. Can you see? I'm not crazy.
I was crazy yesterday, but it was for love"
And the guys in the neighbourhood called her crazy....
He won't come, he waits for her in his clouds in the sun
in that world that yesterday were only two
in that world that love won
And the guys in the neighbourhood called her crazy...