I'm sorry, I have to go,
I knew, it was a lie,
How much time I lost for him
For someone who promises and then never changes.
Strange love puts in troubles
But in reality it is us.
You wait for him by telephone
Arguing he is free
With the heart in the stomach,
A ball in the corner,
There lonely with the shudder
But why he is absent?.. and
There is a strange love which makes grow
And smile between tears.
How many pages there to write,
Dreams and bruises to share,
There is love which happens often at this age,
Gets entangled inside of this soul
Which asks without deciding
If it is love which it gives to us.
And how many lost nights in tears,
Rereading those letters
Which you don't manage to throw away any more
From the maze of nostalgia.
A great love which comes to an end
But why does it remain in the heart?
A strange love which comes and leaves
To thoughts which hide there.
True stories which belong to us
But they leave each other like we.
A strange fragile love,
Imprisoned, free.
A strange love which puts in troubles
But in reality it is us.
A strange love which happens often at this age,
Gets entangled inside of a soul,
A strange love which puts in troubles
But gets lost like we.
A strange love which comes and leaves.
True stories which belong to us.
A strange fragile love,
Imprisoned, free.
A strange love which can not live
And gets lost inside of us.
I'm sorry, I have to go,
This time I have promised it to myself
Because I want a true love
Without you...