Today it's spring
I go out and look outside
nothing changed and I don't know
I walk in a hurry
I feel observed
everything is new and old at the same time
I am new in the neighbourhood
and old in my body
I feel tired again.
I think I won't be
like when you're not here
and I'm not
simply me.
And I walk with my dog
it's big and black
like my love and my pain.
It's hard for me to go out
it's always been like that
it's nothing new to me.
I think I won't be
like when you're not here
and I'm not
simply me.
And the doubt lives
sleeping in my soul
and this guilt is one more invention
I search in the gardens
something to illuminate
I am passing by slowly without looking
I think I won't be
like when you're not here
and I'm not
I think I won't be
like when you're not here
and I'm not
simply me
simply me.