She arrived on an early-morning train
she'd hidden her arms on some pretext
she leaned out from a tube of stairs
and yelled to everyone: "Thank goodness!"
Sonia
She felt cold, so cold
She understood that there is no coat
with which you could warm up this frost
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
She doesn't look you right in the eyes
and asks to excuse herself if you touch her
it's a pain which no longer has a caress
a love story in reverse
Sonia
It's a hand which doesn't ask for help
in a night that you've never seen
it's a black bird in the dark
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
She turned
She laughed
She ate
She slept
She watched an old woman
as if made of stone
She tried to stay in front of the sea
She fixed a star without speaking any more
Sonia
She never thought the right move
is as potent as a storm
if it's thrown from the window
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own
and there's nothing that
makes her cry because
her tears fall on their own