I know who you are,
and I know that it is not easy for you to change this life
of superb naivety.
You are like the sea that caresses you and then carries you away
into its immensity—
into its immensity—
into its immensity.
Knocking on your door is a hope that remains just because
you are a prisoner of yourself—
prisoner of yourself—
of yourself—
of yourself.
But then, why, for one time only,
all that which you loved, you gave to me?
And today as I cry all of my tears,
you do nothing but tell me no—
tell me no—
tell me no.
Dressed like a white angel belonging to someone else,
certainly you will say yes.
But then you will realize that there will never be
another love like this.