The two of us
We have lived
just for the two of us
our home our life
our love.
We two isolated
crazy about happiness
we two are always denied
every freedom.
Believe me, we have created ourselves
a prison of melancholy
where we got drunk
of pleasure and monotony.
The two of us, the two of us, the two of us
what crazy we have been.
The two of us, the two of us, the two of us
we consumed ourselves
we burned with fire
turned on by us
now it's off, it's useless to blow
It's useless.
Yes, passion dies
and it is late now for tenderness
and then after a great love
what you are doing with tenderness...
Believe me ,when the wind falls
it's time to run away
maybe we're still on time
to save at least a little bit of
nostalgia.
The two of us, the two of us, the two of us
what crazy have we been.
The two of us, the two of us, the two of us
we consumed ourselves
we are living only in
memory of us
and pride does not accept reality,
to vanity it will not be enough to live