Back in the routine, we dressed without speaking.
Haste can more than passion.
It weighs me every day, memories and times,
Like darts, they nail this heart.
And melancholy attacks me from the back without mercy.
And suddenly I think ...
If we had little time, tomorrow ends our days.
If I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
If we had little time. If I could not make you more love.
If I do not get to swear, nobody can love you more than me.
The afternoon dies slowly, and the hours consume me.
I'm anxious to see you again.
I can not understand.
As was the custom, it changed our way of wanting.
And melancholy attacks me from the back without mercy.
And suddenly I think ...
If we had little time, tomorrow ends our days.
If I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
If we had little time. If I could not make you more love.
If I do not get to swear, nobody can love you anymore
that I.
Nobody really knows what he has.
Until he faces the fear of losing him forever.
If we had little time, tomorrow ends our days.
If I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
If we had little time. If I could not make you more love.
If I do not get to swear, nobody can love you anymore
that I.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)