Today you write to me explaining once and for all
that someone has taken up my role.
I never wanted to see it.
Today, all the things that were left unsaid
are hidden kilometres away from here.
They're not for me anymore.
I can't even hate you,
I can only remember.
And now I have over me
the weight of a grey-coloured cloud
that knows when I'm thinking of you
and cries every time I'm not happy.
I think as I go, I'm wandering non-stop.
I'm wandering, thinking about moving on.
and I can't cry.
Well, I suppose I'll have to get used to
my life without his half, all lonely one more time.
I can't even hate you,
I can only remember.
And now I have over me
the weight of a grey-coloured cloud
that knows when I'm thinking of you
and cries every time I'm not happy.