Print

Even if the end is coming, I want to repeat these thingsEven if they are not true, I'm now able to believe that there's a sense in what I believedIn this epoque, I turned away from this changing answer like from a poisonBut I'm afraid that she disappears when I lose sight to her...If this voice I'm playing with reaches you, I will attract you and pluck your heartstringsCould you raise yourself for me, unable to sing, a little smile?He stops and begins anew, I was enmeshed by this voiceAnd nevertheless, me, who was never brave enough to shut my earsI was lost...without cease, without ceaseLook, those gestures from which I can't separate, they became uselessThe words that make me remember a past epoque...that constrains meThe recurring days scream out the lies, an idiot that doesn't recognize thisNow that the exchanged words would have told me one thing after the other...(There, look)This tear has stolen me the solitude and the friendliness(There, again)Nobody in front of me, the world seems quiet and it has stoppedIf this voice I'm playing with reaches you, I will attract you and pluck your heartstringsCould you raise yourself for me, unable to sing, the tiniest smile? From Letras Mania