Maybe true love
Wants to remain great
It prefers to close itself and die
In a blow, instead of fading
But you can't accept it
If you're involved in it,
Run out to search for it,
Or even never return again
The word "goodbye"
Is not conceived
As that courtyard slowly passes by
From apparently simple existences,
But a phone rings,
And everything restarts
That this time might be the right one,
That the present is already slipping
The new swing starts slowly,
As you run impatiently on the ring
Time changes around you,
And where is the old music?
Instrumentalists, session-men
Have already developed the refrain
The song that you want,
A little later,
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it
A minute and then
The old riff returns
And a woman remains here among us
I feel the weight of the last smile,
Of an exhausted glance,
In a season that goes,
It won't be erased,
But we play, then we'll see
The new swing starts slowly
As you run impatiently on the ring
Time changes around you,
And where is the old music?
Instrumentalists, session-men
Have already developed the refrain
The song that you want,
A little later,
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
The song that you want,
A little later,
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore
You don't recognize it anymore