There is a reason growing in me
and the unconsciousness disappers
It's like a trip, which ends at night
Tell me, tell me, tell me why
loving a man who has no pity
One who never felt he was over
who has never lost
never for you, never a song for you
never a poor illusion, a banal thought
something which stays
But for me it's more than normal
(that) a small emotion
makes me suffer
A whispered word is enough
and I don't see the reality any longer
I don't see
the difference
between blind love
and stupid endurance
No, I don't see the reality any longer
neither how much tendereness you get
from my incoherence
thinking you would live well also without it
There is a reason growing in me
and a fear rising
the unexpected mixes up the mind
until it regrets
and for me it's more than normal
(that) a small emotion
makes me suffer
A whispered word is enough
and I don't see the reality any longer
I don't see
the difference
between blind love
and stupid endurance
No, I don't see the reality any longer
neither how much tendereness you get
from my incoherence
thinking you would live well also without it
No, I don't see the reality any longer
thinking you would live well also without it
No, I don't see the reality any longer
neither how much tendereness you get
from my incoherence
thinking you would live well also without it