They hold hands and walk in silence
In these extinguished towns that the drizzle balances
Only their steps sound, hummed step by step
They march in silence, the desperate ones
They burned their wings, they have lost their branches
So wrecked that death seems white
They return love, they woke
They walk in silence, the desperate ones
And I know their way to be walked
More than a hundred times, a hundred times more than half
Less old or more ravaged, they will finish it
They walk in silence, desperate ones.
Slow under the bridge the water is soft and deep
Here's the good hostess, here is the end of the world
They mourn their names as newlyweds
And founded in silence, desperate ones.
That one rises who throws the first stone
They do not know the love that the verb "to love"
On the bridge there is nothing but a mist
It is forgotten in silence, those who hoped.