Here, close to us, to me absent
The force of what we were and of being yours
Here I slept, profoundly,
It fell down inside of me one more moon.
Here I slept, profoundly,
It fell down inside of me one more moon.
And it was, as usual, my legs
Or it was the loneliness of he who wants
To know about us, mild hours
And everything my soul does not understand.
To know about us, mild hours
And everything my soul does not understand.
And here what were ours goes dying.
Of love speaks the grief edging the end.
Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you
But I live well inside of me.
Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you
But I live well inside of me.
Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you
But I live well inside of me.
Sorry, my love, if I don't detain you
But I live well inside of me.