Don’t call me anymore,
Don’t disturb my heart,
And don’t tell me the grievances, that don’t exist, over the phone.
They make me shiver.
It may not be love,
It may be a trace of happiness,
I don’t want cold words.
Don’t throw a stone of your resentment at my back.
Don’t kiss my memories,
Don’t promise hope without love,
Don’t torture, don’t disturb the nagging flickering of my nocturnal wounds...
Like teardrops behind the windows
The rain drummed away...
I will not hear the words of love,
My phone is silent,
You will not come back to me.
I thank you for the years full of feelings,
For the joy of our dates.
I will flicker a butter smile,
You are created for love,
You are the best of them all!
Don’t kiss my memories,
Don’t promise hope without love,
Don’t torture, don’t disturb the nagging flickering of my nocturnal wounds...
Don’t kiss my memories,
Don’t promise hope without love,
Don’t torture, don’t disturb the nagging flickering of my nocturnal wounds...