It remains that little remains
of our love there is hardly anything left
hardly even words
They are ...
It is only silence that makes
burst the cold and long night
the night that does not end
Only that remains ...
Only the desire to cry
to see that our love moves away
Face to face we look down
there is nothing left to talk about
nothing...
Only the desire to cry
to see that our love moves away
Face to face we look down
there is nothing left to talk about
nothing...
There is little tenderness that and sometimes doing
a madness a kiss and to the force
Remains...
There remains a kind gesture to not make life
unbearable and thus drown the penalties
Only that remains ...
Only the desire to cry
to see that our love moves away
Face to face we look down
there is nothing left to talk about
nothing...
Only the desire to cry
to see that our love moves away
Face to face we look down
there is nothing left to talk about
nothing...
Only among all we can make this a better place :)