She is my only support
when life corners me,
she helps me unfold
the short flight of my wings,
she pushes me to continue
when fatigue stabs me
and you still ask me
Why do you love her,
if you think maybe for nothing.
She lost next to me
the youth of his look,
I know that his body got old
between my untied hands,
she has suffered more than me
the always silent adversity
and you still ask me
Why do you love her,
if you think maybe for nothing.
And you are only the illusion
that crossed my path
in an unexpected way,
the blow of air that fanned
an old fire of passion
for a night out,
how could you imagine
that one day he comes to abandon
to follow you on the road,
why do you force me to choose
when you know for more
that I am tied to your destiny.
She is not as beautiful as you
but I also took your years,
you just put youth
in the balance of this deception,
but in the art of love
the experience is important
and tenderness and patience
and the least is the apparition.
And you are only the illusion
that crossed my path
in an unexpected way,
the blow of air that fanned
an old fire of passion
for a night out,
how have you come to imagine
that I get to abandon
to follow you on the road,
why do you force me to choose
when you know for more
that I am tied to your destiny.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)