To the lives that stoop to observe mine
I know
That I will have to take my leave of them
One day or another
Our lives are tears of watercolours
We only are linked to each and every one.
And if I lose my faith
In us, in all
It is despite myself
No prayer
With each our steps
I doubt everything
Will we remember each and every one ?
To the lives that supported mine
I only
Have a long monologue with snow powder
To share
Our lives slipping by every day bleed
We only are linked to each and every one.