This is roughly how it happened:
White wine, a beautiful night and old songs
And I was being mocked
By that sweet, sweet liar
The goddamned Spring.
What's left of a dream full of lust and romance
If I suddenly wake up
Only to find that you've left?
I feel the void you've left behind
And become anxious
It's as if love could be painful
And, although I don't want to,
I think of you against my better judgement.
If, to fall in love once again,
It is necessary
For the goddamned Spring to return
Why do I waste my time dreaming
When an hour is enough for me to fall in love?
The goddamned Spring threads on slowly
It threads on slowly, and it only hurts me.
The only thing that you've left me with
Is a kiss without meaning or feeling
A caress that didn't feel genuine
And some on-again and off-again shenanigans
So, even though you may not want to,
Think of me against your will.
If, to fall in love once again,
It is necessary
For the goddamned Spring to return
What does it matter
If an hour is enough for me to fall in love?
The goddamned Spring threads on slowly
It threads on slowly, and it curses only me.
~ ~ ~
Let me love you
As if love were still alive
So, even though it may not want to,
It shall think of me against its will.
What does it matter
If an hour is enough for me to fall in love?
The goddamned Spring threads on slowly
It threads on slowly, and it curses only me.
La la la la...