Look well, my dear
I am sorry to inform you that I arranged someone
to comfort me....
This someone came when you left!
And I can just believe, because without having you
in those strong arms...
Look well, love...
Where are you?
We are (together) on the papers but not in the real life!
Travelling without me, letting me like this....
I had to arrange someone to pass the bad days...
Meanwhile, navigating I am getting mad
Without having a port, almost dead, without a quay
And I will never forget of you, love
but loneliness makes the heart to go back and forth to it
Look well, beyond this facts
You know, betrayals are much more subtle
If I changed you, it was not because of malice
Love, look well, I arranged someone
called "Nostalgia"