Marie Claire,
dreams don't come back.
And the dream I was keeping inside me,
left me when I was left by you.
Marie Claire,
the waves run after each other
and, each of them, seems to ask me,
"What has become of Marie Claire?"
Dreams,
words,
and now,
what is left for me?
The sea,
some memories,
one name,
and nostalgia for you.
Marie Claire,
dreams don't come back,
and I know you won't return,
because you
are nothing to me but
the faint
shadow1 of a dream,
lost in time;
Marie Claire...
Dreams,
words,
and now,
what is left for me?
The sea,
some memories,
one name,
and nostalgia for you.
Marie Claire,
dreams don't come back,
and I know you won't return,
because you
are nothing to me but
the faint
shadow of a dream,
lost in time;
Marie Claire...
Marie Claire...
Marie Claire...
Marie Claire...
1. Vague memory.