At the corner of the street
At road with heart you stayed
You waited for me, you waited for me,
Only you and the sky broken in tears.
The sadness is sickness
The sadness is autumn when under the rain
A palm stretched for us
Is begging a faith to both of us.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow
With the new moon I will come to you,
At the corner of the street so alone you sat
I know no one, no one is guilty.
At the corner of the street
A heart on the ground in drops
A stretched palm and two eyes
Are gathering in the autumn the water in holes.
A leaf falls,
A dry sheet, which you are painting
The time keeps passing, but you don't believe
That it is easy to forget to lose.
Who knows, maybe tomorrow
With the new moon I'll reach for you
In the thight door, silenced you touch my eyes
And drowned in tears, sweetly you grab me