Beautiful stories, of a love already gone
memories of women who loved me
Lips that passionate, kissed me
everything covers, the mantle of oblivion
Lips full, of fire and of sweetness
white filial hands, which ermine
Eyes that looked at me with affection
in hours of delight and happiness
Everything is far away, nothing has been left
of that happy time, that the past
He buried in his rubble and ruins
to the house, with you one day
We enjoy my dear love
they have not visited again, the swallows
He buried in his rubble and ruins
to the house, with you one day
We enjoy my dear love
they have not visited again, the swallows
Only among all we can make this a better place :)