Day after day he gets up indifferently
Then has breakfast in silence
And leaves without saying "I love you"
Dashing out without looking back.
The day slowly dies away and I don't hear from him
Hope becomes huge in solitude -
Solitude in me which grows infinite
When he comes back, and I realise he's actually missing from here.
Who could have told
That this love that used to be as big as the skies
Who could have told
That this love which meant everything good to me
Who could have told
That this love I looked on as eternal
Is sick
And I don't know
How long it will last at all.
(Repeat from the beginning)