I would like to have a little bit of money in my pockets to leave for America
But from behind a window, I look outside, it's started to rain
Sad and empty afternoons, as dark as the old galleries
My days are like those cars stopped on the railways
This cursed winter doesn't stop at the doors, it freezes my soul
I am heating up this pain in between my hands to at least try to write you
Everything would suddenly change if you were here with me
Because inside my life there's that void that you've left
And that no one can calm except for you
You who know it, that I stay alone, thinking of you
You who know it, and if a star falls from the sky, I dedicate it to us
That I breathe the most beautiful memories in a sweet replay
But that rainbow becomes grayer than smoke
There's no salt in the seawater
The rays of the sun don't reheat far from you
Where will you be? Will you have already told our story?
Do you still have it hidden, the most beautiful secret that you have?
I hoped that not even Christmas would come
It will pass, but now it hurts
Because I have lost the most beautiful thing to hold
Forever behind this window of mine, is it raining again, or are those tears?
I would like to leave home, but the memories still can't make me move
Your face doesn't go away, it always remains here in front of my eyes
If only I knew that every once in a while I return in your mind
My hope would grow within me
You who know it, that I stay alone, thinking of you
You who know it, I always swear that it's the last time I'll speak of us
I hold the entire story in my fists, it hurts my hands
In a minute it will already be tomorrow
But tomorrow will be all the same far from you
Where will you be? Will you have already told our story?
Do you still have it hidden, the most beautiful secret that you have?
I hoped that not even Christmas would come
It will pass, but now it hurts
Because I have lost the most beautiful thing to hold
Only those who have not found you can love life
If the story's over, what is my life good for?