Can't you see that what we have is rare?
It's still intact despite being in a thousand pieces,
It doesn't yet break.
It breathes uninjured in its grave state,
You've spoken so much of the end,
That now it barely hurts.
And even despite that, you'll laugh.
Even when I'd live it all over again without doubting.*
It could be so easy, it could be spectacular,
If those nights of fire where reversible.
More reversible nights to taste,
The most humble nights, riddled with an even more intense pleasure.
Can't you see that even if we've lost
We've gained so many stories to tell?
More than others even have.
Remember that if we fell to sin,
it was only because we visited the clouds in our minds
If I could transform our nights
into a neverending cycle.
It could be so easy, it would be spectacular,
If those nights of fire were reversible.
But that is impossible -- time will win,
And then I only hope that when I dream again,
you lose your shame and shout oh, oh, oh...
That you shout oh, oh, oh...
I feel like I might begin to break, oh, oh, oh ...
Shout oh, oh, oh...
I don't care that they look at me anymore.
Oh, oh, oh ...
I think I'm beginning to break, oh, oh, oh ...
I think I'm beginning to break, oh, oh, oh ...