A great silence,
Deadly cold,
has hurt us.
Long night
and this pain
that grows.
I await a signal
that will explain why
you have left and you're never
coming back.
How to tell you that I love you
from the ocean made of ice,
of tears...
...a great silence
that enveloped me
like fog.
With touches, advance
to arrive and see
what a tenuous line
must have been broken.
How to tell you that I love you
from the ocean made of ice,
of tears...
... your name lives in my memory
free of limits and shadows,
being reborn in me.