Stop, don't talk, don't say anything anymore.
Stop, don't talk, everything is useless now.
My part is to turn my back and leave.
What's left to me at the end is a handful of sorrow and grief.
Enough, enough don't talk, don't talk anymore.
The words make the wound bleed.
Your eyes are telling that
There's no happy love, none.
But there was so much that I dedicated to you:
Soulful songs, broken melodies
that slipped away from my heart.
You've left me one day on the roads, on the roads.
Enough, enough don't talk, don't talk anymore.
The words make the wound bleed.
Your eyes are telling that
There's no happy love, none.
Stop, don't talk, everything is obvious now.