I'm looking for a heart
that went missing in the summer
and there are no more signs
that someone said
in other bed he slept
I follow the desolate trace
of a desperate love
that didn't say good bye
what's more, he said
he would arrive at dawn
and he didn't come back, he disappeared
Not a trace he left
and I looked for him, even under the bed
and I found pieces of my soul
bleeding out, he didn't care
to find a doctor or some treatment
so that it wouldn't die of love
of grief it died
I follow the desolate trace
of a desperate love
that didn't say good bye
What's more, he said
he would arrive at dawn
and he didn't come back, he disappeared
didn't leave a trace
and I looked for him, even under the bed
and I found pieces of my soul
bleeding out, he didn't care
to find a doctor or some treatment
so that it wouldn't die of love
of grief it died...(2)