Your dreams have been sold.
Your fists squeezed
too many nails.
What are you thinking of?
Of our love.
All these things you've lost.
The knife thrown away
into the boundless emptiness.
To our love.
The era is dead
but since the bloody1 suns
of our love
still shine
I rest next to the hearth
of your eyes
writing words of legacy
for our love.
To our love
When the sky has burnt itself to exhaustion,
when alcohols lead the dance
of our love.
When the sap withdrew from the soil,
the muffled sobs on subway platforms
of our love.
When the weary drums beat only
to announce another war,
another love.
To the fragile ones weeping at the horizon
the ocean sings, or so they say
for our love
for our love
To our love
Your eyes have shed too many tears over these
mad ships with no place to drop the anchor
of our love
Directions are lost, seeking a harbour
Time is lost as are the friends we had
before our love.
Our oversized hearts starved on crumbs2
Mad ships on the ocean
of our love
To our griefs, to our joys
To our speeches
To our moments of loneliness, to our laughters
To our love
To our wars
To our delicate figures
To the sweat we poured on the drums
To our love
To our banners
To us and our sad 3
To the strength to love, always
To our love
To God, to your eyes,
to the burning4 of the fire
To our tragedies, to our farewells
To our love (x5)
1. "blood-colored"2. lit. "crumbs eaten away for too big hearts"3. the expected noun left missing on purpose. It's up to the reader to fill in the blank.4. unusual expression, meaning more precisely "to the part of fire that is burning"