Today I try to escape as I have done so much
letting me take to the rhythm of the rain
and I leave them in my old room,
I walk unceasingly on the dirty street.
My memory follows me like five steps,
I never thought that one day I would miss so much.
It will be because your hands today have become everything,
because all the silence has been little,
because when you open your eyes you leave me,
why it will be so hard to wake up alone. . . just.
It will be because your hands today have become everything,
because all the silence has been little,
because when you open your eyes you leave me,
why it will be so hard to wake up alone. . . just.
I walk through the park where so many times
we swear to each other never to leave us,
I light another cigar, the number thirteen,
I draw your figure between smoke and rain.
I do not want to remember you but I'm crying,
I never thought that one day I would miss so much.
It will be because your hands today have become everything,
because all the silence has been little,
because when you open your eyes you leave me,
why it will be so hard to wake up alone. . . just.
It will be because your hands today have become everything,
because all the silence has been little,
because when you open your eyes you leave me,
why it will be so hard to wake up alone. . . just.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)