How weak it is, but it is still here,
the idea of you and me.
You are still the hypothesis,
the most plausible one I'll have.
Oh, forgive me if I took you to the limit.
I denied you by ignoring you, now I know it.
Say that in a second you're coming back to my world
to not let me love anyone else
so I can confess to you how valuable, more than yesterday, is
the idea of you and me.
This way time
splits in two
even a diamond between me and you.
Oh, it is as if
I could distinguish
the unease I feel here inside me.
Say that in a second you're coming back to my world
to never again leave me behind
so I can confess you, without being able to deny it to you,
the idea of me
And of living, of depending on what ties me to you,
more than yesterday the idea of you and me.
How weak it is, but it still is inside me.
Now, yes.