Marta has left not to return,
the morning train arrives without her,
it's just a heart with a metal soul,
in that gray fog that envelops the city.
Your bank is empty, Marta is still in me,
I feel it breathing, I think it's still here,
nor the huge distance can divide
two hearts and a single beat.
Maybe if you think of me,
If you do not want to talk to anyone,
if you hide like me.
If you run away from everything and if you leave,
soon to bed without dinner,
if you press hard against you
the pillow and you start crying
If you do not know how bad
It will make you lonely.
I see your photograph in my diary
with the eyes of a little shy girl.
I press it against my chest and it seems to me that
You are here, between English and mathematics.
Your father and his advice, what monotony,
because of work and other nonsense,
He has taken you away without telling you,
He has told you: 'One day you will understand'.
Maybe if you think of me,
with friends you will see yourself,
trying just to forget,
It's not easy, really,
I can not do it anymore in class,
and in the afternoons it's worse,
I do not feel like studying, for you,
my thought goes.
It is impossible to divide the life of the two like this,
that's why, wait for me, my darling ... keep the illusion.
The loneliness between the two,
this silence inside me,
that concern to see life go by without your love.
So, wait for me, because
this can not happen,
it is impossible to separate the history of the two thus.
The loneliness between the two,
this silence inside me,
that concern to see life go by without your love.
So, wait for me, because
this can not happen,
it is impossible to separate the life of the two in this way.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)