Your memory has come to disarm my hours,
I learned that silence inhabits the truth.
Just living is not worth it if I live alone,
I do not know what to say anymore.
If we could have split in two,
this loneliness and the weight of pain.
And if it was you and me ...
Everything equally, should be shared the ardor of this cold.
How much love could make us so bad?
I do not know how to find a corner in the sea to drown half of forgetfulness.
How much love could make us so bad?
I stripped the reason, imagine yourself,
stripping time to not think.
While here, only, I wonder if I do not regret it,
I do not know if it's like that anymore.
If we could have split in two,
this loneliness and the weight of pain.
We were just you and me ...
Everything equally should share the ardor of this cold.
How much love could make us so bad?
I do not know how to find a corner in the sea to drown half of forgetfulness.
How much love could you do us wrong?
Everything should be equal.
How much love could you do us wrong?
I do not know how to find a corner in the sea to drown half of forgetfulness.
How much love? ... So much love ... Could you do us so much wrong?
To you,
to me,
to you, to me ...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)