My love, my love
My body moving
My voice looking for
its own lamentation
My bitter lemon
My aggressiveness/selfishness¹ grows
We stopped (frozen) the time
We don't know how to die
And we are born, born
of our sorrow
My love, my love
My grey bird
It is crying because of
the distance we are from each other
My love, my love
My confusion and suffering,
My huge tenderness
My ship made of torments
This sea doesn't heal
this sky has no air
We stopped the wind
We don't know how to swim
And we die, die
slowly, slowly