It's five o'clock in the evening
People come and go
On my face is written
The state of my heart
Doing what cannot be done
The desire smothers reason
Which words will be the right ones
So that no one says it was done in vain
I cannot say which words will be the right ones
I cannot say where I end, where you begin
Some lies turn into truths
Others will never cease to be
All the love gets mixed up with mirages
Things that won't ever happen
But in spite of all this, I have the certainty
That some day, we will laugh thinking of this confusion
The distance is so short
For everything to have been done in vain
I cannot say which words will be the right ones
I cannot say where I end, where you begin