My gaze, which gets lost
in the mist,
a voluntary shipwreck
beneath the foam.
I've gone through all my nights alone,
(with) your smile at the bottom of my soul.
My memory (cast overboard) in the sea,
I drift
like a child
without bearings.
I get drunk on divining
your star in the sky,
your smile,
on the brink of tears.
On my skin,
I have signed my promises,
engraved just beneath the surface of the words
my vows of youth.
On my skin,
nothing fades away,
and even if everything passes,
I swear to embrace my promises
or to leave my skin.
Eyes turned towards the land,
I want to live
where the horizon grows light.
I'm finally going to follow
the current of new ideas
which vanities condemn.
On my skin,
I have signed my promises,
engraved just beneath the surface of the words
my vows of youth.
On my skin,
nothing fades away,
and even if everything passes,
I swear to embrace my promises
or to leave my skin.
It's on my skin...
On my skin,
I have signed my promises,
engraved just beneath the surface of the words
my vows of youth.
On my skin,
nothing fades away,
and even if everything passes,
I swear to embrace my promises
or to leave...
On my skin,
I have signed my promises,
engraved just beneath the surface of the words
my vows of youth.
On my skin,
nothing fades away,
and even if everything passes,
I swear to embrace my promises
or to leave my skin.