I turned on the lights that lit your song,
I was awake and fell asleep when it was over,
I know it's not the day but I have to travel,
the melancholy of love that will not be.
Watercolor of a black evening in one place,
cleared and I burned, not fit to arm,
I disarmed again, I answered without decision,
I read you the shadow and you broke my heart.
I found among your flowers, what disappointment,
Your name is not deleted, no.
The curtain you hung lets the sun in,
and shape your figure in its folds, it's a gift,
Every time you leave, it becomes more complex to discern,
When is it far, when is close and how much for me.
I found among your flowers, what disappointment,
Your name is not deleted, no.
Everything would give you if you could see that it is hardly what there is,
a voice and a guitar to color
Only among all we can make this a better place :)