I am back from a journey,
I feel so good.
The silence lies all over the house
as if it lost its soul.
When I stand here in the middle of the room
among the pictures of our lives,
it feels like we don't exist,
like a lost time.
So I look at what you've written.
You have a free soul.
You want to live on.
The word is goodbye.
You describe me as an angel,
it is a cliché.
Our life has turned to pictures
behind glass and frames.
We've always been friends,
you've been my twin soul.
You can imagine how I feel.
The word is goodbye.
The word is goodbye.
The word is goodbye.
The word is goodbye.
The word is goodbye.
The word is goodbye.