How hard it is to walk away
When you want to get off from
A moving train
And you swing around the words
To say 'I feel bad'
But I don't want you anymore
I hate little lies
That later hide
The big truths
It's better to receive a punch on my face
Because I keep it up
But tomorrow it will pass
And another love passes by
With its small wound
That someday will be lost
Along the lines of life
Because love, at this age,
Is either everything or nothing
And I won't be happy
And flying at a low attitude
I don't accept it
Everyone decides about their life
Now I know what I want
And what I don't want
I want an exaggerated love
An endless sea
That never gets dry
And another love passes by
With its small wound
That someday will be lost
Along the lines of life
Because love, at this age,
Is either everything or nothing
And though I know I'll suffer
I absolutely don't accept it
Because love, at this age,
Is either everything or nothing
And I won't be happy
And flying at a low attitude
I don't accept it