Back in the routine,
we dressed without talking to each other.
Haste can more than passion.
It weighs me every day,
the memories and the 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, if tomorrow ends our days.
If I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
If we had little time.
And 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 ...
And if we had little time, if tomorrow ends our days.
And if I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
And if we had little time left. And if I could not make you more love.
If I do not get to swear, nobody can love you more than me.
Nobody really knows what he has.
Until he faces the fear of losing him forever.
And if we had little time, if tomorrow ends our days.
And if I have not told you enough, I adore you with life.
And if we had little time left. And if I could not make you more love.
If I do not get to swear, nobody can love you more than me.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)