(It's) simple talking to you
And behind a telephone
Hearing you laugh
Understanding that it's sweet,
And only for a moment
Ignoring the shivers
That you don't feel any more
Love, tell me...
Love, tell me about the winter that's here
You, far off
You're so great
To make me lose
I'm here
To run after words
To still invent excuses
And to realize that
You're no longer a part of me
In the rooms of my heart
I've heart you cry for
A useless love
I've seen you disappointed,
Always further off
A pale star
That doesn't shine any more
Love, tell me...
Love, tell me about the winter that's here
You, far off
You're so great
To make me lose
I'm here
To run after words
To still invent excuses
And to realize that
It seems impossible
It's already raining
I don't have any more questions and then,
Now it's late and let's talk
Later on, if you want
Love, where are you?
It seems impossible