It remains, that little remains,
of our love there is hardly anything left,
hardly even words,
they are ...
It remains, only silence,
that blows cold and long night,
the night that does not end,
Only that remains.
There is only the desire to cry,
Seeing that our love moves away,
face to face we look down,
there is nothing left to talk about ...
There is little tenderness,
and sometimes doing something crazy,
a kiss and to the force, it remains.
There remains a kind gesture
to not make life unbearable
and thus drown the penalties
only that remains.
Only the desire to cry remains
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 remains
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 :)