Now I've got together the clothes that you asked for so much,
taken them from the armchair and kept them in the clothes cupboard,
and the old shirt that was my faourite
that you didn't like, I've stopped using it.
I've put white roses, as you used to,
on the old table beside the big window
and the picture frame of the photo
where you kissed me sweetly beside the sea.
If it's not too late to give you everything I didn't know,
if it's not too late to repair the things I did wrong,
if it's not too late to be once more the man you choose
and to take care of your soul as you deserve, I ask you only for another chance.
And now that the bed has got big,
and now that there are spare cups at the café,
and now that my hands play at waiting for you
holding onto everything that is gone from us
now that I beg for kisses for your face,
now that I have nothing to lose
and now already tired of being a coward
on every sunday at dusk, woman...
If it's not too late to give you everything I didn't know,
if it's not too late to repair the things I did wrong,
if it's not too late to be once more the man you choose
and to take care of your soul as you deserve, I ask you only for another chance.
If it's not too late to give you everything I didn't know,
if it's not too late to repair the things I did wrong,
if it's not too late to be once more the man you choose
and to take care of your soul as you deserve, I ask you only for another chance,
another chance,
another chance.