Your memory follows here, like a heavy storm
It breaks strongly on me, but slowly on fire
It burns and it wets the same, and I don’t know anymore what to think
If your memory does good to me or harms me
A grey kiss, a white kiss
All depends on the place
That i went away, that’s clear
But your memory doesn’t go away
I feel your lips in the summer nights
They are there, taking care of me in my loneliness
But sometimes they want to kill me
Your memory follows here...
Sometimes grey, sometimes white
All depends on the place
That you left, that’s past
I know that i have to forget you
But i put a little arrow to all of my saints
There it is, to think more about me
Don’t let yourself to think of me
Your memory follows here...
(think of me) is antidote and poison to the heart
(it does to you well) that burns and wets, that comes and goes
(where are you?) trapped between verses and goodbye
Your memory follows here
Like a heavy storm of may
It breaks strongly on me
And falls strongly that it burns ‘till my skin
It burns and it wets the same
and I don’t know anymore what to think
If your memory does good to me or harms me
Your memory follows here
(¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
It breaks strongly on me
But it breaks, breaks, the heart
It burns and it wets the same , i know that i have to forget you
If your memory does good to me or harms me