Sometimes I find it hard to accept
that this will one day come to an end
that none of this is real.
It seems like a contradiction
to get on a place
without feeling a thing.
I'd rather go out and look for you
in my every day reality, to find you
like a reflection, to come to know you
like I do my mirror.
In my heart,
you'll be my reason for living
and if you're not here
and it's not my intention
to tell a love story
if you're not here.
I move from one place to the next
and without truly exaggerating
things are going well.
Today, I can only complain
about my fragility, it hid itself once again.
I'd rather go out and look for you
in my every day reality, to find you
like a reflection, to come to know you
like I do my mirror.
In my heart,
you'll be my reason for living
and if you're not here
and it's not my intention
to tell a love story
if you're not here.
How do I know if it's you
whose good for me?
and I finally understand
that there's things in me
that I can hide
and no one else can see.
In my heart,
you'll be my reason for living
and if you're not here
and it's not my intention
to tell a love story
if you're not here.
If you're not here.